On The Bklyn Side - Illa Ghee, O.C., Steele

I’m from the dark blocks

Up where the ball drops

And we don’t 'volve cops

Cause we involve shots

Still we party in the hood like it’s not hot

Steady wavy changing women like a liquor shot

Drama comes looking shy, then they reconsider

Get the picture like the link posted on your Twitter

Brooklyn niggas is a different type of nigga

I’m like a e-mail cause my flow difference delivers

Grammar like a flashlight

Life is of weed sales

And sex is the punishment

Struggles of detail

We fail to realize

The truth will affect the effect of real lives

Illa’s a man first, I’ll look you in the eye

My Ruger will blam first, and put you in the sky

Keep the pressure on the balls so the jewels shimmer

Illa Ghee and the rapper 'bout shooting niggas

It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side

I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die

Yeah, General Steele, I’m known for that big-head rap

That’s why I get away clean when that kid got clapped

Man slaughter the beat, man I kidnap track

Continue the criminal enterprise, to get that trap

Crack his ass, why do blacks have to live like that

Try to survive the hood with rats and Satan sit on your back

You ever dance with the Devil under the pale moonlight

Have a bang-out with neighbors you knew your whole damn life

We gon' pop after school right in the broad daylight

And where the pretty Brooklyn bitches, the broads do fight

Blowing exotic, ducking the detect

Rotten apple coppers be gun-bucking on reflex

I’m from the p-jects, point guards and rejects

Some make it, some get left stretched at recess

I try to told you school’s the move

If you snooze you lose then get schooled with tools

It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side

I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die

Uh, the three b’s

Be stopped, be fail, and Bushwick

What you get is three sides of a triangle

In each heart, we scarred throughout the years

Timetable, knowing these streets unstable

Survival is a head stain

Tribalism in the way we think

Behave before being slaves

Uncondition, motherfuckers don’t run from gunfire

So welcome to pain

Force, the streets they desire

It be a rush living life in Brook — nah

Project halls that go

Lives lost on random floss

Bitches in the hood

Part of a hustler’s ambitious slime-dicking

We all couldn’t pick it

For the sake of rocking his chain

Getting hit off for paper

Baby-mamas and next-door neighbors

My birth certificate states 946

Full of the St. James from the womb to the grave

Repping Brooklyn

It’s so live living life on the Brooklyn Side

I’m going hard like (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m Brooklyn 'til the day that I die