Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
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Some fine ass girl walked by
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And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
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She said uh "JD I love those 20's on your car"
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I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon
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Them is Michael Jordan's baby
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She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
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A young, fly, flashy So So Def representer
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The biggest thing in the city since Martin Luther the King
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Uh, holla at 'em
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Brooklyn is what I'm reppin
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Disrespect and bullets fly in your direction
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Ridin shotgun with JD I got so so connections
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Locos and the chrome blows, homie not to mention
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I got four homes that I own, I'm certified pimpin
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Cross my path, shots blast instant
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Extort your ass the kid got henchmens
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The whole Brooklyn for instance
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Red dot, ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin
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A best seller's what I'm inkin
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Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin
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Twin Desert Eagles, duck when I'm twistin 'em
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Rims spin on sick vehicles, look we killin 'em
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Manson and gas my adrenaline, racin fast
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Switchin four lanes with weight up in the stash
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I'm livin so so better now, the so so dash
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is what I'm sittin on, blowin up so so fast
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Yeah, uh huh
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Yo, You really don't wanna get hit
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Hot lid when I empty the clip
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Drop kid if you droppin your lip
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Never know enough about but I talk shit
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You must wanna eat up my clit
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Everything we ever did on is sick
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We don't have a party, we rich
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We cut it up with anybody we with
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And I'm the main one, havin to fit
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Can't nobody do it like this
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I got a gat by the side like my man Big
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Stand out on that song he did with me
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You feelin the presence of So So Def
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Rest assure we gettin the money
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crush your label there's no more left
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Just fables fictional characters I
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Stay away from those who
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embellish the truth and LIE
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I'm kickin the same shit you been
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used to since "Funkdafied"
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Let your mind escape, you layed
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away back and enjoy the RIDE
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Yeah, I'm rollin on deuce trays
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Shoot all my Tequila straight
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Catch me at the bar of the bay
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I might even buy you a little drank
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We been choppin paper for years
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Ain't scared of you niggaz out here
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Some of ya'll might think we disappear
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But everytime the resurgence is clear
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Yo, yo
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Brooklyn has to be two of the illest
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Felons to be diluted I do whatever, to foot it
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Like I wanna do it, like I do it
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When I done it
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PUSSY (PUSSY), roll like caine
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Just rhymin with Benz or
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present with the Coupe-a
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Drive my lifestyle down
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I'm between lines and my new slip
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2003, M.O.P. nigga you see
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My fundamentals of a street life nigga
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Cuffin her hair, have it over left
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nothin to fear, BIATCH!
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Warriorz! (WARRIORZ), Come out and play!
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(COME OUT AND PLAY)
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From the dark side, where we reside, we die for (BK)
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We a whole different breed of men
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you need to squeeze us in
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We'll get in where we fit in like
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BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK-BUK
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Still rockin what's poppin, you still lookin shooken
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We a long way from the day when you overlook Brooklyn
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It's like lotto Duke the way we represent it
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You really gotta be in it to present it, you get it?
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We God!!
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Yeah, you see this shit right?
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You know what I'm sayin, it's So So Def
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You dig, this is a World Premiere
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JD, this is a World Premiere
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You dig? hahaha, yeah
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And I'm the Brat a tat-tat-tat, you dig
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World Premiere
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Da Brat |