Reppin the hood. BK all day.
Brooklyn hip-hop. Real music. No gimmicks.
My music is just raw hip hop from the heart. I'm still stuck in the early to mid 90's era. That's the type of music I do. What you hear is what you get. I don't spend mad hours on one song. I lay it down on one take, one time. That's it.
Story behind the song
Basically, this song is for my hometown. I'm gonna keep it real by saying this song might not be for everybody, but it's the songs I'm catching most attention with so far.
Lyrics
Verse 1
We’re right next to Queens & across from Manhattan/Form New York with the Bronx & the Island of Staten/Have our own style & slang, don’t copy no patterns/Population consist mostly of Moreno’s & Latin’s/Plenty thugs pack the gat & not scared to buck shots/Like shorty from Black Moon that wrote who got the props/Watch out for the cops lurking through every block/With one hand on the glock, like the nine on a clock/
Besides mics we rock timbs, the smiles an evilish grin/Girls walk around trying to look like fox or lil kim/Sunset Park is no place to go flying a kite/Carroll Gardens don’t have flowers, only snakes that bite/The lights dim, it hits night be prepared for a fight/Better hold your chain tight in Brooklyn or Crown Heights/Don’t wanna run into a some crazy ass kids from bay ridge/Or them Williamsburg niggaz that chill under the bridge/
(Hook) Where Brooklyn at? 8x
Verse 2
Nickname the City of Houses, Crooklyn & Brooknam/
The godz call it Medina, but its not all that calm/The 1st home of the dodgers, birthplace of 2pac/Polo wearing muthafuckas from hats down to the socks/Dredlocks in Flatbush who smoke weed & pump crills/You never ran then you will, it gets real in Brownsville/There’s still gangs in Coney Island wilding like warriors/In Bed-Sty some are ready to die like the notorious/Nothing glorious here, not even streets called Church/You’ll get tossed off a pier, where no one will dare search/
Like the ones up in Canarsie or Sheepshead Bay/
When I’m around Fort Greene, I’ll pick up my man Ray/Take a trip Downtown & go shopping for kicks/
Pick 2 chicks from Bushwick & then slide to the flicks/ We’re in the mix of everything that goes on in the city/Ghetto & grimey like the ODB we ain’t pretty/
(Hook) 8x
Verse 3
We got crooks in Red Hook that don’t play by the rules/Honeyz from Brighton Beach that’ll make you drool/We pack tools like a mechanic, leave you with little hope/Under the scope of a rifle somewhere in Park Slope/There’s no place like home where you could ride the cyclone/Can’t even find a payphone with a working dial tone/We nice in all sports from Mike Tyson to Jordan/Big Daddy Kane was the 1st rapper out here ballin/Come through acting hard, you’ll be leaving with scars/
You & your whole squad won’t be making it far/ Like my peepz up in the Navy Yard put in work/Get lost in Bensonhurst for a day, you’ll get murked/
We’re so misunderstood & don’t do what we should/
Beware of mobs in Midwood that are up to no good/
& My hood could get iller than the video thriller/
I’m from East New York home of the zodiac killer.
(Hook) 8x
