BROOKLYN ZU - First Thingz First lyrics

rate me

Yo yo yo y'all

You hear that shit?

Yeah...

Niggaz watch a lot, they be watchin' that watch

But it could be fake, got stones from a fishtank

I want that house with the lake in the back

So I could bury niggaz like I buried them stacks

From the coke robbery, my man on Lancast'

To keep it quiet a nigga got shot bad

I was on dust, weed and hash

Movin' fast, two and pass, to the pad

We picked up about six titties and three ass

Some Puerto Rican chicks we met up the ave

For niggaz on Riker's Isle and them covers got crabs

Heard the story, big nigga had niggaz in the bag

Pulled a mama there, muscle-bound nigga was a fag

He'll knock a nigga out then fuck him in the ass

I need a whip that treads fast and a glock in the stash

And a bitch in the past' and the Porsche go fast

First thing first mothafucka

We gotta get that money, man nahImean?

Then you get the... money brings power, nigga!

Nigga don't cut me off, I'm tellin' you some real shit here!

Shut the fuck up!

Now if you gon' listen, listen

I gotta get the fuck outta here!

That's right, nigga!

When realest talk real shit over here, nigga!

Strictly from my mothafuckin' G

Now make that money and you get the honies

Aiyo I got that, I'm a hard head without a hard hat

Hit you where you smart, have you leakin' like a faucet

Punchline's offset, blood type awkward, supreme force that I walk with

Most niggaz like to talk it, Chi-King like to outline and chalk it

Try porcelain bracelet, talk first to walk it

G. Rap Bjork it, Brooklyn New York shit

Who want that raw shit? Let's go, we on it

Mr. MC Glorious, I roast and toast it

Brooklyn still stickin' niggaz, you know I'm totin'

You could tell by the look in my eyes, this a no win situation

I'm that stick-up kid

Give me all you got or you might get popped

Around here, two hops, no walk off the the spot

Zoo Keeper/War Chief, nigga from the Hampton

Cuffies still runnin' these streets and then we ramp 'em

Shinnecock, get it cocked, step off the jock

They said I had a little bit, now I got a lot

Them niggaz ain't tell you mothafucka?

Yo Ray got these streets locked, nigga

Empty yo' mothafuckin' pocket

Empty yo' mothafuckin' pockets, nigga!

I ain't gon' tell you again!

Chi-King rip out his neck, mothafucka!

Yo Sunny focused like a telescope, cash in the envelope

Cleaner than a bar of soap, note Taurus my horoscope

No scopin' the scene, no holdin' the king

Quote, rollin' the green, the universal sixteen

Splendid guillotine, shark burn gasoline

Let off a little steam, shatter bones, splatter teams

I'm from the Brook where it's real, ain't no in between

Now watch me sizzle lean, triple CREAM by any means

So many dreams, no self-esteem, I know the theme

And though it may seem, a lot of niggaz play the scheme

I get that money and think not before I plot

It's the Sunzini, nigga, I'm a stay hot

Yeah y'all

This is Raison the Zoo Keeper

Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zu

Wu-Tang representer

This is how we doin' it, man

Y'all look out for the album

Y'all look out for the movie

Y'all look out for the website

Www.BrooklynZu, knowImean?

And MySpace, doin' it big right here

KnowI'msayin'?

Shout out to the Wu-Tang

Shout out to everybody out of the camp

KnowI'msayin'?

Clinton, and all y'all peoples out there

I got love for all my people

And I'm outta here, man

This volume one, I'll see you on volume two

Peace and love...