Artist: C.C.F. Division f/ La the Darkman
Album:  n/a
Song:   Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Typed By: pneumatic

[Intro: La the Darkman]
I'm bout to get on some Spike Lee shit nigga,
Front row seat me, Catch me at the game nigga.

[Free Murda]
Yeah, This one's for my niggas up above,
In the club with the snubs, Make a nigga hug a slug,
If shorty wanna thug go and give that brother love,
So on the table I lay techs, Like rubber gloves,
Pop like a Trojan, Nigga get on one,
If you wanna hold one, Rollin on them gold ones,
New coop, Check the gat, Cock it before I approach ya,
Deuce deuce in my back pocket like a cold one,
Fast aim through the Carhart, Your coat's smokin,
Last name should have been Heart, Your always Owen,
My cape knock ya two places up off your jibbs,
It's Friday the thirteenth, I'm Jason like Kidd,
I come into the crib with a cig, Nigga dig this,
Like to shovel shit, You won't live, Life's a big bitch.

[Chorus: Free Murda]
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Nigga we hood rich,
High or sober niggas stay on that bullshit,
If you fuck around there's gone be some bullshit,
Nigga like us walk around with a full clip,
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Nigga we hood rich,
High or sober niggas stay on that bullshit,
If you fuck around there's gone be some bullshit,
Nigga like us walk around with a full clip,
Brooklyn, Brooklyn.

[ShaCronz]
Yo, Air out your truck, Watch your frame do a windmill,
Other side of your Jeep, Your brains on the wind shield,
I'ma, I'ma hustler, Her knows I've been real,
Got gators each shoe, A range and three coops,
Catch me ridin, Ten and some change in East route,
Any pussy block boy in my lane, They get boofed,
Or a, Gettin stabbed is worse but it hurts less,
I leave trademarks, bullets wounds, And burnt flesh,
I'm that thorough, I don't take nine shots to touch you,
From the borough, Shot from the nine glock in your muzzle,
I do it all, Popi love me cause I move it all,
I give my kids everything before I lose it all,
On that dice game or a slut bitch, I'd rather,
Spend it on a chain or a plush whip, Yeah,
If as go broke, Nigga fuck this,
I know, How to get it, A nigga get stuck quick.

[Chorus]

[La the Darkman]
Yeah, How they want it, Bullets to they head or in the stomach,
Any pain in my brain, Purple haze gonna numb it,
Gremlin after twelve, Don't sprinkle me with water,
Better mean nine o's if your askin for a quarter,
Take heed, Seen the way they did Rich Porter,
My nina got loaded the second after I bought her,
Bought a mack eleven and an A-R to support her,
My house like a gun store itself, Kinda, Sorta,
But crooks tryna rob, Thinkin I don't feel em,
Leave em dead in my crib, Like the net Jason Williams,
Niggas act funny when they see you chasin millions,
But I stay on the low, I'm the black Matt Dillon,
Always got heat, Just to melt the ice grill in,
But with a thousand grams I'm sure to make a killin,
Any nigga threatenin my funds, I'ma kill em,
I've been that way since Milk in Top Billin.