Brooklyn Love Lyrics

I just made a G today

Kids still walking to school, I need a brake

Its 8:15 in NY, Somebody no eats in Bed Stuy

Pull out that milk carton for Geda K

Why don't you fusion with Living Proof

Like Goku and Vegeta, Gogeta wait

And we'll call em la vida loca, it's coca

Con bacon soda, this that BB gaining on them

Broke my heart what I did to papo

What more can I say, I'm Benny Blanco

I buried Carlos, everybody's Pachango

Ever since, they bodied my elmano

I be 3.N.I, til I die yo

Bout to hit em with that Bacalao flow

Woodhull or the Ponce funeral home

The grave yard or the hospital

Shouts to Pichong and Mete Mano

Gagito, Jeffree, Venom all of my Bro's

Pana, that's the realest King that I know

Just us in O'Boy like this the IPhone

Oye, we gone run the whole estado

Started from the bottom of the Juvenile home

From Sing Sing to Washington, where me and Squeeze started it

Ortiz ain't wanna perform with them

Turned Hard White when I wen't to Crossroads

Ya the Bone Thugs and this is the Crossroad

Ya Eternal was '99, when Hip Hop said goodbye NY

Somebody don't eats by the Stuy

Since the arcade can't forget the Bar Code

Was the last time, that you had a Bar Code

Just seen Live the first Blood in NY

In that white on white, the moral is don't be colored blind

R.I.P to Mat, yea Cuzo was my Loc

We ain't loose one to me Gigga we lost both

You get black balled by every label across the globe

Here's a 8 ball, hit me back, ta'to

If you do respond

I got a big eigth from the bottom of the jar

Ya arm to short for the Gomar Oz Dubar

This ain't the back of Envy and we not back in '01

Just dropped the V tape from the bottom of my Heart

I will walk up Flushing and park you in the park

Where Hov us to sling by the garbage from the narcs

You got a anger problem, let up with throwen punches

No matter how many punches, the budgets they won't cut it

Told Jimmy bout those who enabled this whole dum shit

The reason why label scouters they won't come get

A young MC from the projects we grow up in

Just being from NYC we crowded by Cold Crushes

All these basement studio's surround us with no plug-ins

I'm droppen tapes off my cony on no buttons

Possesion of firearm or controlled substance

I been going in for a decade with no publishing

I'm going in, Look what you did to me baby

I love the beat I talk to it with my eyes close

And it talk back I Biz Mar that Serato

Would boom pap on em, pull a gat on em

But ya hood is super filled with Roscoe

Ain't talking Man-down out or in the cop clothes

I'm talking Alpo half a bar shout outs to Poe

All these young boys, think they in Chicago

Til they like Bobby, in the pins with Pato's

Quad 4 upper, same jail so I know

That's PC, I'm in 16 I'm not low

I was raised in here, Institutionalized so

I ain't off point I'm ready to shoot a Op to

Since they killed Davis I'm ready to get shot too

What happened to the respect amongst the shooters, It's pride doe

It's the B.E. double N. Y wave

I'ma say it again they won't forget my name

I'm H. A. R. D wee-pa ey

I been doing it so long that with them I play

They been M.I.A since M.I.A

Shout out to the boy Rizz and Red Cafe

I'm about to pop out the zip lock chain

On these nickle bag dealers with Timberland stains

Too much Rezi no loud on Schenk

I been fucking with Pap, since the Law Library

As far as Loso what can I say

Hold it down we in the Barclay

This that 1 point 5 and um

Coming to ya hood, make it hot like July

dropped it in the winter cause it was the Summertime

If I don't go Diamond, I'll go Platinum when I die

I been me, I stay me, more less

You a Hudson, white up'ies with the Yellow checks

You looked up to Bleek, I was fucking with L.O.X

I dropped more than the whole Borough so Represent