Killah Priest - Brooklyn Style lyrics

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What's poppin' world? (What's poppin' y'all?)

I gotta go hard my nigga, (Geah, I gotta go hard)

Not cause everybody doin' it, not at all, (Nah)

Cause they fabricatin' it, lyin' to y'all, true story (Word)

I mean, I don't like to be lied to (Not at all)

I tell you like this tho my nigga (Whaddup?)

If you hood, you hood, if you not, you not, ya dig? (You heard that)

Shit runs thru my veins tho, (Yeah) I was born this way (Uh-huh)

I gotta question for you tho? (What's poppin'?) Are you?

Niggas talkin' bout they ghetto but they don't really live it

They usin' the hood as a gimmick, come to my neck of the woods

Watch you play the role of being timid

Quiet, soft, tuckin' jewels as you walk

Me? I'm a young nigga, but I swag thru any hood with the hawk

Let the haters talk, nah, approach, press 'em

You talkin' shit, actin' like a bitch

See that's what happens, dick

08 shit, you will get jumped quick

You too been in tape flicks

Get high and laugh till we sick

Pointin' at us, sayin' that's what you get

Nah that's G'd up, you want hood, that's the block

Gettin' high, duckin' cops

There's bitches in the streets, I don't wanna get knocked

Money neva pop, time is money, time neva stops, tick-tock

That's why I always watch

And everything I do, you get the best of me

Whatever you do, do it the best my G

You probably could get legacy, let me see

I go hard for the hood; Brooklyn sweater, Brooklyn hat

Brooklyn this, Brooklyn that

Project stores, me and my niggas 20 deep in the halls

Yact up and high, back out and fly

Fuckin' bitches, do it till we die

Thug mansion, do it again in the sky

Real shit, no lie, I'm the hardest King takin' what's mine

Takin' my pie, my parents raised a thug prince

So my bitches and niggas don't cry

When I die, just know I rhyme for the hood, that's why

Geah, geah, Starkim, that's some real hood shit for y'all niggas

Check it, y'all betta get in tuned