Artist: Brooklyn Zu f/ Chi-King, Iceman, Prodigal Sunn Album: n/a Song: Shut Ya Trap Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Iceman] Yeah y'all know to spot, God Iceman, build and destroy Let's build and destroy [Iceman] Yo man up, I leave you leakin' in the alley Gun ho, gun blow, black Denali Red eyes, red eye back to Cali Pornstar, three nights out in the valley Aston Martin, sponsored Clock and Dagger This New York nigga, just love my swagger Jet lager, my square had to master I walk with the thoroughest niggaz equal disaster [12 O'Clock] Never catch feelin', nigga build like stone Got iron all through my bones I hurt when it's come from home I'ma get mine, I'm hungry Holmes I'm on the street like Jesus' clone Don't beg, don't borrow, don't need no loans On the phone with this chick while I'm gettin' some dome We don't fuck with babies only women that's grown Plus we shoot them bullets that'll follow you home [Chorus: Raison the Zoo Keeper] You want war? Shut yah trap, fuck what you feel nigga You be emotional, we keep it real nigga You want war, we goin' out in a blaze Bedstuy, yeah the home of the brave You want war? Shut yah trap, fuck how you feel nigga You be emotional, we keep it real nigga You want war, we goin' out in a blaze Bedstuy, yeah the home of the brave [Chi-King] I stay hot like the Sun on the block Shells fallin' like raindrops, in the City of Gods Lil' Ze don't play, forty cal specialities Now you catch 'em on more flashes than celebrities Rhymesayers, bread of the street Kamikaze, death before defeat Call to rhymin', move with the grain Watch him lies like I'll burn in flame In the jungle where he can't be tamed Do the knowledge if you say my name Keep it movin', don't slay my lames If you don't make sense than you don't make change Forty cal have you floatin' like David Blaine Got the feelin' like you in the front of a crashin' plane Suffocate ya mind, design's is high time Two nines, bullet then bye bye Let the wigs fly, yo it's them kids from Bedstuy BRRRADDDDDDAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] Straight from the city blocks of blood money, thugs and cops The slugs are shot, gotta keep the food in the pot My attitude from the Apple that rots, New York City Brooklyn, grind gritty, the home of Dirty and Biggie Hustle and grind, bubble and shine You in trouble with mine, hit you with dime, shorten ya time Extortion and crime, the penalty for livin' like swine Royalty on my mind, when I speak it yo I speak it divine Word for word, line for line Masterful, sort of unique, precise, complete Buildin' my fleet through blueprints, yellow papers, green sheets Over mean beats, ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat Generate heat, stand on my own two feet Food on the table, drop it on my own label Ready and willin', steady and able American rap star, nigga, catch me on cable [Chorus] [Outro: Raison the Zoo Keeper] Yo this is Zoo Keeper right here Back at y'all, steppin' on y'all necks once again Stop playin' with me We doin' it big This my brother Ol' Dirty Bastard right here So y'all listen up, this is our banga Aiiiiight? Choppin' y'all necks off Feel me?