, why you trippin', don't start slippin' now Fool keep flippin' It's not over, it's not over, oh oh Yo it was on to the next phase Spit ink on a page
lies get me sick You'd better recognize Darc Mass Click took it over Posdonous, now it's De La When I'm broke I'm free high, 24-7 stay lye The world
get me sick You'd better recognize Darc mass click took it over Posdonous, now it's de la When I'm broke I'm free high, 24-7 stay lye The world seems
Anty up the money put it in the pot I wanna see all this trife Or are niggas gonna get blast fast No hesitation cause I'm on probation Niggas think I
two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground? Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground Here it is, steppin' to my biz with the free
gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin it the O.G. way; it's sorta like the Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So this is dedicated
a close and I've had my last dance with you so on to the empty streets with me and it might be my last chance with you so I might as well get it over
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get
chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension
make you feel calmer or safe from the drama, deplow stealth military bombers, ass out, get down on your knees and pray; illuminati takes your soul on
gram of yay But your strip only get a grand a day And it's 10 of ya'll on it, but 10 of ya'll doin' it So you don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy Be
one eight zero, you'll turn, squeeze, ending It's on like it's never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance
the Brooklyn Uptown underground Who wanna fuck around, who wanna clown With two niggas from the Brooklyn Uptown underground [VERSE 3: LIC] Here it is, steppin to my biz with the free
in theory Illustrated like Vaughn Bode, Cheech Wizard Explicit when I kick it I only talk it ?cause I live it Brooklyn done did it, money fast life,
Red] I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice It's like, summertime in New York
.G. IS WHERE I STAY [Onyx, (Fredro Starr)] MURDER MURDER! (Ya life's on the line) MURDER MURDER! (Here's a bullet for ya mind) MURDER MURDER! (I'm out doin' crime) MURDER MURDER