Dj Kay Slay - Straight Outta Brooklyn lyrics

rate me

Ft. Fame, Maino, Papoose, Troy Ave, Uncle Murda, Moe Chipps & Lucky Don

(Intro)

Ayo, it's Dj Kay Slay, the drama king

Represent Harlem!

(Verse)

But I'mma do it fo' my brothers across the bridge right now

Yo, fame, where you from?!

Straight outta Brooklyn

Crazy muthafucka named famester

Born and raised by the real zill gangsters

Got a giddy Bob, keep a semi cocked

It's an eye fo' an eye, get that fetty wap

Ya know that Brooklyn boys make the city hot

Hustle OTs hit up shot fo' any block

It's like a scene outta belly if it really pops

Bitches pick up the phone and let tan vinnies drop

Don't give a fuck tho', we still gun hold

More guns than a muthafuckin' gun show

Bang out on a muthafucker like that

With a gat? We got the whole block on

Smash! So any uptunes

Ain't not tellin' when I'm dead for a jack move

Give it up, cuz 'em boys might blame ya

Bright william styles live on camera

Sell em like a mechanic with the tunes

Violate, you a goddamn fool!

I'm just a crack hero, baby, cold dominant

We put niggas in a box, daily

Not talkin' monthly, weekly, yearly

Most of these bitch ass rap niggas fear me

Cause I'm down with the muthafuckin' MOP

Boy, you can't fuck with me

(Verse 2)

Straight outta Bed Stuy, crazy motherfucker named Maino

Sparks flying out the chopper looks like a rainbow

Got the crown now niggas better bow down

Big shoes on weigh an extra twenty pounds

Yeah, it's grind time, money is the bottom line

I fuck that bad bitch on my timeline

Some niggas like my bitch birthed them

4-5th and my bitch birkin, put work in

Hand on the grip, got the fifth jerkin'

Hot cells on the back, like the shit swerped here

Is it fair for me to ask y'all niggas who won it?

Of the U Bay boy, it's yo choice, you call it

It's the choker, the sleeper, the pump or the sweeper

You niggas need God but you beggin' fo the reaper

No debate now, who won these streets?

In the hood they say KOB