Allah Real - Where's Brooklyn @? lyrics

"Where Brooklyn at?" (repeated) - The Notorious B.I.G. (sample) [Intro: Bad Luck] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, Bad Luck (All Day) (Bad Luck, Bad Luck) Frontline leg mob I see you Math, turn me up in the headphone We here, let's go... Let's get down to business, BK, stand up [Chorus 2X: Bad Luck] Yo, ya'll n***as talk a thug life, but ya'll dont live it, n***a For every tear that I cry, ya'll gonna feel it, n***a For everybody that dies, ya'll gonna get it, n***a It's like B.I.G. still alive, I feel your spirit, n***a [Bad Luck] They got me moving one pace at a time, man I'm out stuck on my grind Stay clutching my nine, murder-murder, stay on my mind I'm a twin-nine toter, boy, stay soldier, boy n***a want beef, from out of search, going overboard Letting that forty off like I don't even know the lord Local gangmember, you can catch me at your corner store Uh, end this before your eyes can blink I'll have two liters of blood spilling out of your mink Like tell me who gon' test 'em, I'm affiliated with n***as With bullets the size of sneakers, to stop the heart of gorillas Gotta pardon us k**as, but these n***as don't damn listen Never get the picture, til they find one of there man's missing Til somebody find they fam fishing, you know the rules Live from an underboss, awaken with your hands missing Lock what I wanna lock, pop who I wanna pop Give a n***a face more cuts than a barbershop [Chorus 2X] [All Day] Crime time for that 187, hammer co*k, clutching my weapon I'mma gangsta, show me a baller and I'mma bless 'em They call me the legend, k**a scared to be in my presence Get it poppin' with them old school berettas and smith and wessons The bigger they are, the harder you fall That's why I stand with some little n***as that'll murder ya'll off Keep my hand on the four, thug life abandon the law So I keep a couple of vests and extra hammers for war Y'all n***as talk a thug life, but ya'll don't live it My hammer'll co*k, ya body'll drop, in a New York minute Don't get this rap sh** twisted, you k**as that clap biscuits Run up out of banks with bandanas and black fitteds I'mma gangsta, specialize in letting that thang go Frontline soldier get it popping like Draino I'm old school like Cool J and his Kangol I switch up styles while you stuck with the same flow, yeah [Chorus 2X] [Bad Luck] Aiyo, it's poppin', man, it's happening, calicos, I'm packin 'em Fake n***as I'm clappin 'em, broke n***as, I laugh at 'em Bum b**hes, I'm smackin' 'em, go and get your man But the car and all be wrappin' 'em, gun game extravagent The banged out and faragent, son came to Maryland Ya'll ain't gon' feel my pain til them hot shells is traveling Nope, I'm not battling, dope, thank you asking 'em And don't get out of line, cuz we keep a gun in the mat' for them [All Day] Dope spots, I'm rushing 'em, four-pounds, I'm clutching 'em And if I'm clutching 'em, best believe a n***a busting them Still f**ing with Luck and them, riding in a truck with them Goes my n***as, til I die, always I put my trust in them Hoe b**hes I'm f**ing 'em, ya'll n***as in love with them Got them selling nickel for twenties, them b**hes bubbling My b**hes is doubling, ya'll n***as is crumbling Mind on my money, like Snoop, Daz, and Kurupt and them [Chorus 2X] "Where Brooklyn at?" (repeated) - The Notorious B.I.G. (sample) [Allah Real] Da-da-da-da (3x) Whooo Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da.. da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da.. da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da.. da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da.. da-da-da (to fade)