T.H.U.G. Angelz - South Brooklyn (The Anthem) lyrics

[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Raziel, Seraphim, wings up T.H.U.G. Angelz, Red Hook Projects f** out the way, man [Chorus: Shabazz the Disciple] Here come the R-E, D-H, Double O, K And you know we, gon' bring, trouble your way The R-E-, D-H, Double O, K And you know we, gon' bring, trouble your way [Shabazz the Disciple] Aiyo, my hood is like a max yard, it's all ganged out When sh** got real silent, n***as was bout to bang out When them pitchers was in the kitchen, chipping off a mouse Your credibility wasn't hood, n***as missed the count I seen kingpins pay off cops, them missed a suite And clapped, they arrest an officer when they got back on the streets They workers had to walk a fourteen story ledge Coming short, while they boss was clapping at they head This kid caught eighteen in his head no the stoupe When they pulled the sheets off him, sh** look like a soup I seen this n***a make the whole hood pay him taxes Twenty percent of your block, he that n***a in all the maxes We right off Exit 26B, B.Q.E F Train, Smith & 9th, last stop on the G.G Last stop on the 61 bus, or the 77 The home of Klein and Jess, out here, it ain't no f**ing heaven Don't come out here to see a chick or to a party If they ain't certified gangsta, it don't matter if you know somebody It's thirty one buildings, n***a, sh** is the bing Have that thing when you get off the train, cuz you in Red Hook Houses [Hell Razah] We putting heaters to they face, and give 'em some sideburns And got they shine on, now it be our turn He just a clone from a sample of my s**m These old rappers washed up and they got worms That's my word, when that slider and served I'm Babe Ruth in the booth, knock it out of the 'burbs Have you heard? Razah and Bazz emerge Counting euro's in Hamburgh, Germany dough You too big, you get sent to the infarmary flow You be the type that be calling C.O., I turn prisoners to G.G.O Tune in, wanna see my show? We be another bracket, straight jacket flow Ya'll n***as better play more D, and get a point guard I got plenty of bars, that will annoint ya'll Head nodding with shame, and disappoint ya'll I'm trying to turn these rhymes into a black card You know power, respect, p**y and fast cars Without loyalty, you ain't making it that far They try to bury a star, inside a graveyard But when I die on this earth, I'm out the universe [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Hell Razah] Feel me? Raziel, youknowhatimsaying Seraphim, T.H.U.G. Angelz Wings up, this one, freestyle 101 Knowhatimsaying, you don't need no gun for ya'll n***as Trouble your way... Yeah, '08, ya'll got a problem Start re-recording, freestyle, fee style However you want it, youknowhatimsaying Our credibility is good, what Yo, we out of here, man, wings up, n***a