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letra de brooklyn babies - rza

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bobby, i’m tired of yo’ sh-t, n-gg-!
i’m tired of you comin’ in at 3 o’clock in the f-cking mornin’
(yo, yo, yo, yo)
n-gg-, you got a family here
you act like you don’t f-ckin’ know that sh-t
(check)
(yo, yo, yo)
n-gg-, what the f-ck?

(yo, yo, yo, yo)
digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(growin’ up in crazy cali)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(yo, yo, yo)
bedstuy, this is my life
(yo, yo, yo)

a brooklyn baby, i was born up in king’s county
inside the womb seven months before the queen found me
up in wroughty brownsville with fiends around me
now roam gat in staten with cream team around me

they called me bobby, cousin, really got the black harley
taught his son how to spike cats like lee harvey
oswald, all’s well that ends well
my big brother divine, he pushed the benz well

i got the cherry range, broke and rockin’ heavy chains
i’m from the tribe of men who would bury kings
on the back of the a-train, my daydream
should i make a phat hit or should i take cream?

from the clan that taught you cash rules
i make soul grind tracks, you grab -ss too
give respect to the prince when he p-ss through
might have a chocolate deluxe in a gl-ss shoe

cousin billy, known to strap the black uzi
two-two in front of the jakes like jack ruby
live on tv where you see b-o-b-b-y
d-i-g-i-t-a-l, a-l, things ain’t too well

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
bedstuy, this is my life

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
this is how i live my life
(yeah)

peace lafyetee, stuyvesant, malcolm x
shot dice on green, we live from calasky y’all
it’s fred gl-ssy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
get the herb, get the god, peace ra’

what’s the word on things?
through the phone i heard the bangin’ sounds
in the background, layin’ down
i’m spittin’ what the people missin’
we extreme with the murder type theme
don’t sleep, get ya head split to the white meat

big guns, down south we blaze
shippin’ bodies back up north, it’s the weston
wild texan, no tresp-ssin’
long mics h-t the dead arm
planet earth, home of islam

brooklyn, i was physically born, clothes torn
rough tacklin’ the streets, allah math’ spine technics
we bring heat to the block party, drinkin’ bacardi
baggin’ shorties for the homies who ain’t here

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
bedstuy, this is my life

(bobby, you know why, that sh-t i said about you)
digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(that’s right, you ain’t sh-t, n-gg-)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(you ain’t sh-t, but a big d-ck and a mothaf-ckin’ cheque)
this is how i live my life
(all that f-ckin’ brooklyn sh-t, shaolin sh-t)

(n-gg-, grow the f-ck up!)
digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(what the f-ck is up with you, n-gg-?)
(you ain’t sh-t, n-gg-)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(comin’ in high off that sh-t)
(what the f-ck?)
bedstuy, this is my life
(i’m tired of yo’ sh-t)
(what the f-ck is that sh-t anyway?)

(what the f-ck?)
digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(and your cousin billy, i’m sick of that mothaf-cka)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(that mothaf-cka could never come up in this)
this is how i live my life
(mothaf-ckin’ house ever again)

(he’s a criminal mothaf-ckin’ gangsta, see that sh-t?)
digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(a criminal, i’m sick of that sh-t)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(i’m sick of yo’ sh-t, bobby)
bedstuy, this is my life
(brooklyn this, shaolin that)
(what the f-ck, n-gg-?)

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
(i don’t know why i love your stupid -ss anyway)
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
(pssh, but i do love you bobby )
this is how i live my life

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
bedstuy, this is my life

digital, these n-gg-s should be crazy
growin’ up as a brooklyn baby
this is how i live my life

- rza

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