Back to Brooklyn — текст песни (Prince Markie Dee and the Soul Conventio)

{*scratching: Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn*}
Uhh, yeah
Markie Dee and the Soul Convention
Ninety-one to ninety-two
Ninety-two, ninety-three
So on, et cetera et cetera
HanSoul and the Regulators
Crazy Keith, here we go, check it
One time

Champion hoodie, saggin-ass Levi`s and my Timbs
Brooklyn hat pulled low, chewin on a peppermint stem stick
Kickin {shit} with the head gassed hoes
They wanna piece of this and so do my foes, yeah
I gotta watch my back, when I walk the streets at night
And on my nine my hand grips tight
Really don`t trust nobody, to the point
that if I get a little lip I will reach for my joint
You wanna head up, nah son, my hands ain`t gotta feel
No need to show my skills, blast and I`m outta here
So save you cryin for the boys in blue
Get your story straight chump, even if it`s true
It`ll all be changed when you get to the precinct
Your case is history, worth about three cents
So if you don`t want beef, you better stop lookin
Cause I`ma take your ass back to Brooklyn

{*scratching: Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn*}
Yeah

It`s about 3 A.M., I`m on (?) Ave.
I got my toolie and a stack of cash
I never had a problem with the dollar thirty forty
Cause I was makin moves like Fat Cat and Corley
A hustler and a killer, Mark was a smooth don
Always had jewels but never got moved on
Bodies layin decomposin and decayin
You never shoulda {fucked} with Mark, and now you`re layin
in the {motherfuckin} burial ground
Cause you wasn`t prepared, for the big throwdown
Me and my crew yo, we roll thirty deep
Hungry like wolves, slaughterin sheep
You wouldn`t even try to step to this big love daddy
Five-oh had me surrounded but they never really had me
Step with the swiftness, and still had `em lookin
I had to take my ass back to Brooklyn

{*scratching: Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn*}
Check it, dig it, dig it

Now from Pinkhouse to Flatbush to Bed-Stuy and back
Try to hold on to the streets I lived at
I had you beggin on your knees
I pump your ass so full of holes you would think you was swiss cheese
So save your pleadin it won`t help none
Don`t kiss ass, because you`re kissin the barrel of my shotgun
Check the glock let me surprise ya
When I`m through your own moms, won`t recognize ya
I took the A Uptown with all local stops right
From Queens to Bronx but nothin gets props like
Brooklyn - no disrespect
The other borough brothers can still wreck
Raised in East New York so don`t challenge me
The trials and tribulations will increase the brutality
So if you don`t want beef you better stop lookin
Cause I`ma take that ass back to Brooklyn

{*scratching: Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn*}
Word `em up
A couple of quick shout outs
To Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan
Strong Island, Brooklyn, East New York
Bed-Stuy, Brownsville
Brooklawn, Cypress Hill, Pinkhouse`s
Yeah, yeah
Markie Dee and the Soul
We roll deep