B.K.B.S. (Brooklyn Bullshit) Lyrics
[Hook]
To all my red hook niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my fort greene niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my bed-stuy niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my brownsville niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my east new york niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my crown heights niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all of my gowanus niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my wyckoff niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
[Verse One]
Y'all done forgot the 1st street commandment
Never floss what you gross
You'll get hit with some hot shit and tossed with the toast
Now ya ass is a ghost, cause you running ya mouth
Let me see you talk that shit with a gun in ya mouth
Make you deep throat the double barrel, "BLAOW" 1 in ya mouth
Leave ya conscience in the alley, then we run in ya house
Flash in front of hungry niggas known for dumming out
Have everybody in the area go running out
Whenever it was time to bag up, we be tucking an ounce
Leave niggas alone up in ya crib and they'll be fucking ya spouse
Put the sac on her tonsil, then we nut in her mouth
Leave an ounce of hot shit in her gut, get up and be out
Run up in ya house party, sticking everybody
In summer time rocking trench coats to hide the shotty
Flirtin like we want the number, then we strip the hottie
Try to scream for help, slap you upside ya bumba nottie
[Hook]
To all my farragut niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my flatbush niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my coney island niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my sumner niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my thompkins niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And my canarsie niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
To all my marcy niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my bushwick niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
[Verse Two]
Me and my brooklyn niggas we be robbing to eat
Cause Guiliani'll have a nigga starve in the street
We rocked rubber gloves to bag shit we used to peddle
Never sold to white guys in plain clothes in the ghetto
We packed the heavy metal (leave you naked on the subway)
If the .44 jammed (then we doing shit the snubway)
No fingerprints or evidence (mask and black glove shit)
Stick singers for their presidents (fast to clap up shit)
Even backstage the players rocking ice and baguettes
Will get pistol whipped and stripped
And dragged down a flight of steps
When we got beef, we don't be calling the police
Kiss niggas on both cheeks and hold court in the streets
The same nigga that you'll bleed for'll knock in ya jaw
The same nigga that you feed'll pick the locks on ya door
Them shiesty niggas, always skeem and move shady
Dress up like old ladies with .380's kidnap ya wife and babies
[Hook]
To all my park slope niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my bay ridge niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
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And all my albany niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my kingsborough niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my vanderbuilt niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my roosevelt niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my nostrand ave. niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
And all my franklin ave. niggas, that brooklyn bullshit, we on it
[Verse Three]
Every time you in a club, the majority is brooklyn
If you rocking jewelz you better believe niggas are looking
Catch you outside up in the parking lot
Follow that ass to the train station up the darkest block
Niggas are quick to slap a willie with a nine millie
Strip his ass but naked in the club and leave him looking silly
Cause on the really, we ain't tryna starve
Y'all know the deally son it's time to rob
Ain't nothing change, ain't nothing strange
A crackhead'll blow out ya brains at point blank range for small change
Niggas'll be disguised as "DEA", rush ya spot
Heist all ya work and put the shit back on the block
Have you looking down the barrel the a gun of a thief
A brooklyn nigga from the streets without a god damn thing to eat
Or a fucking pot to piss in, hide them rocks if they glisten
Cause when we bust shots, we not missing
[Outro]
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it!
That brooklyn bullshit, we on it! blup!!!!
