The K - Sadat X, Scribby

Brooklyn wild big like a planet

Better have nerves of granite

Cause when it pops, no cops get rest

Coney Island like a fortress facing the sea

Bushwick on the edge of the BQE

In Farragut and Fort Greene, I laid down box

I move in the Stuy, I’m that guy

I’m that nigga yelling «7−1-8»

You that nigga that everybody hate

I’ll slide into Brownsville, but only the daytime

And even then, my nigga, ain’t nothing guaranteed

Garages in Flatbush for yardman weed

Got Trinis, Asians, Blasian, Caucasians, Jews

Fantastic views from the Heights

But it’s often interrupted by sirens and lights

Hard work and population

The size of a little nation

So spread your shit, that’s why I’m liking shit

Brooklyn

It’s the life that all of us been reaching for

Brooklyn

Real meets real every day on this concrete road

Brooklyn

See what I see, although we don’t inhale the taste

Brooklyn

Balling’s way past a dollar;

what the fuck, somebody holler

I relocate to where it’s good for me

I like being low, but I miss New Ro

With Ross, Coss, Wise, Vic

Half, Spit, was all in the rib

They seen the first ad-lib at a Nub show, too

Together we grew

It’s been a while since we played in the H. R

Got to lay this music, God

And you know you got packing

When niggas start acting

You know how to call

Y’all is in my heart, that’s why I love all of y’all

A man made moves, though

Hit the X running

Come back to double-gunning, Vietnam mode

University and Fordham Road

Moved to 120 when I got a little money

Got a new whip and a wave lil' honey

I was out!

Now I’m in Brooklyn and I got my little body

We don’t bother nobody

I make my own moves

Slide in the grooves

I’m aware about Albee Square

Nigga, I was there (in '89)

Bitches pulling hair (knock your fronts out)

No cameras was there

Hoodie, 'lo gear

«Go Brooklyn» in the air

NA rocking pieces

Went out to the Bush and heard dangerous diseases

The God often eases in the hood

From the ghetto, making good

Now I’m settled off of X

Seen Tek off of Lex

Buffalo and St. John

Where niggas walk around with only the horse on

Ain’t no putting me on

Brooklyn always take it

Got down south niggas upstate trying to fake it

«Oh, I’m from, uh, Bedford and… Nostrand»

«Where you from, nigga?»

«And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talking»