Crooklyn (Crooklyn/Soundtrack Version)

Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide

And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson

Billy Martin, with a ram with a second base

Murder, never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Panic as another manic-depressant adolescent stares at death

Now what's left when there ain't no God and a whole lot of pride?

It might be a homicide

So let the drama slide, we don't want no problems, B

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter

I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter

Last year alone in the dead zone

Walk straight, but don't walk late

'Cause I'm coming with a hate only made from what it made me

'Cause nobody ever played me

Now it's only getting worse

Buckshot and Ace in the land of the waste kicking you in your face

We be doing it up Crooklyn style

What does it take to get you wild?

My mentality is getting iller, killer

Instinct is trying to infiltrate, but wait

I know you wanna enter, but I can't let you in

My mind state's the maddest, I'm gone with the wind

Because it is survival of the fittest

When the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand

Black man with the permanent tan

I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn

I'm feeling another part of reality

Hit me when I represent the F-A-P

Straight from the 'Ville 'til then play the building

I mean literally when I say I make a killing

For my cypher, see, I'm feeling to bust a pipe

Original heads represent the Brooklyn all-nighter

Do or die, I'm saying it's you and I

Bring your clique so we can get stoned like family

Sly beats a C.I. in the bush

Mighty Menteen rucking the rock, giving a push

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

We did it like that and now we do it like this

We did it like that and now we do it like this

Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss

And just think about the steel in your fist

It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm

That makes all the homeboys swarm

Can I drop the bomb? Oh, yes, I can

Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan

Who is the man? That kid there

Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?

Angela, uh, Davis, and we roll like Avis

Rent-a-Car, kid, there you are

You know where to find me whenever you need me

If you know the ave, follow the path

To the land of the aftermath, but don't frolic in the mix

Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids

'Cause they always throwing a body on my lawn

I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar

Get off my block, boy, and give me a dollar for the trouble

Or get blown up like a bubble

Now let's take a sec to think back

The year of the 7-0, when Brooklyn was the place to go

Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights

Ebbets Field, feel the reel-to-reel on your life

Trife individuals live in the PJs

D-Evil, check my DJ

Hey, play what I wanna play in the day

But in the night, I feel the right, took the left

Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down

Heads from state to state travel as I unravel the rate

Howard, Tapscott, and Sutter

I remember way back in the days playing hot peas and butter

Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn session

Take it back, black Smith & Wesson

Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck for your bucks

Masta Ace has the taste for ducks and duck sauce

So tell Lord Digger, dig a grave for the bones

Sticks and stones while I kick some ancient poems through your domes

Ak went back to attack your homes

So, Tiff, can I flip? (Yes, you can)

I'm in a world war with Muhammad, my man

Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger

Uh-huh, what's happening to Rerun and Roger?

I think I seen him wearing Timberlands

And running down the block from Dwayne

And Dwayne had a Glock

'Cause he be selling rock for the Partridge Family

And Reuben Kincaid drives a 300E

And he be pimping Chrissy from Three's Company

Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry

This is a '70s thing from the days

When kids didn't act so crazed in Crooklyn

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn

Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough

Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins

Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins