smif n wessun home sweet home tek and steele baby paul and steele roy ayers ubiquity we live in brooklyn baby bo diddley hit or miss yo its straight up for all the cannabis and cheeba smokers out there in bucktown were doing like this check it out this is the story of a place that we call home where the kids pack heat when its time to roam everybodys on a scramble lifes a gamble hopping on the white horse trying to get a handle on the fast pace that we call the last race step with precaution when you enter this place we got a spot on every block to make your dreams come true just come correct with the snaps is all you do dont come crying broke still trying to cop the dope what parts of no do not you understand bro we cant afford to take shorts or be playing sports empires need to be built mac 10s bought or even caught from them deceased ass hustlers and we still got the pound for yall living motherfuckers what goes around comes back to the roots see you at the revolution in crooklyn troop we live in brooklyn baby we trying to make it baby we gonna make it baby we live in brooklyn baby another day another dollar dead pigs rushing the crib to catch a collar now im fed what i face now me and my peoples taste ground staying face down while k 9 sniffs around what they found was irrelevant to we cause they was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us now i got more pigs rushing we hand cuffing me taking hold of we into custody for questioning bout some boy resting in peace after going through the bullshit we get released and hit the streets where the war still on for all of yall cause they kept rule locked behind the wall no time at all to fake no jax perhaps when the gat spin niggas wont even know what happened ill be glad when my man come home getting his own motherfuckers grab your chron we live in brooklyn baby we trying to make it baby we gonna make it baby we live in brooklyn baby our time is now  the eyes read time as lead treads spine currency change hands from yours to mine greenbacks talk bullshit floats on water pager going off call coming from headquarters i was told if the secret code appears it means some bwoy wan dead prepare for warfare fuck the truce we bringing the noose for your loose talk so think smart or rest in parts if you do start i fucks with the poor so fuck being rich word is bond theres a motherfucking war going on stand strong on your own two mister or come confront the grim ripper black hoodie on black dusty fatigues bloody red eyes from puffing on the black weeds he lurks in the shadow so when you sleep in the battle thatll be a tale you wont live to tattle salute to each and every hood label troop doing what you gotta do to bring in the loot huh the time has come for armageddion give nurture to your seeds and load up your guns dun im catching vibes that something aint right getting little hints stomachs feeling uptight damn these little nappy head g train bastards running round town with the chrons tryna blast shit aint nothing sweet like the dark streets of bed stuy creep through population ending up in c i take a ride through the flatbush side see the dread in the court for support hit we off with the lye now slide through the ville seth low say hello to the fam then stick to k i m as planned toward the east somethings going on so burn the buds and all my people in medina stay strong we live in brooklyn baby we trying to make it baby we gonna make it baby we live in brooklyn baby our time is now we live in brooklyn baby we trying to make it baby we live in brooklyn baby1