Dj Kay Slay - Straight Outta Brooklyn lyrics
rate meFt. 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