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

Now clock kids, who got the cocaine
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
It comes from other places, not the tinted faces
Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters
You'll watch Channel Zero with that bitch Barbara Walters
She'll have you believe black invented crack
When President Lyndon had the formula way back
In '63 with Kennedy Yes, the double cross
Remember that's when they blow his fucking head off
Vietnam vets come back looking like
One armed pets Nixon bounced pure checks
No picket fence, no job, no 8 cylinder
Car, blue collar turns to bourgeois
Depressed in your chest, Demerol
For sess, no dough, crack in vials much less
Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick
Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush
White Tees can sell on the corners of Bed Stuy
Pass the torch to that nigga guy So just
Die, nigga, die, nigga
You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
Get high, fly, clock Next, boost your steel
In '95, we take back Ebbets Field

Brooklyn Traveling distance to party
Brooklyn Absent at functions Not hardly
Brooklyn The name alone holds Godly
You don't know You better ask somebody
Crack filled streets since '85 The Beast getting
Paid to not bust Hookers’ drawers got crust
Claps clapping regular, hardcore niggas with
Fat gold chains on the corner maintaining
Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of
Latin Quarters?keep home your daughters
‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming Ignorant
Ducks are shooting, wiling They're not aiming
One Easter?now, to think about it, what a pity
Five people died in front of Skate City
Senseless Back then you was ill if you had a gun
People gash you and flash you Damn, no fun
Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause
Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up You had
Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell
Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell
So many memories I can't manifest
Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless

Crazy ass Crooklyn kids
Represent the Brooklyn all nighter
Crazy ass Crooklyn kids
Because it is, survival of the fittest

Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition We keep
Shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
Trife type chicks, “Top Billin'”s the anthem
Rastas smoke marijuana, enter
prising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips
Clips, whatever happened to 38 Special
Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
Probably the same one that killed Noriega Chips
That power nuclear bombs power my Sega
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most niggas dead or in prison
In Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand
To spite the hand Jealous of the next man, so violent
Crimes black on black, plus mad crack to boot
Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
“Make money money, get money, take money” I can't
Understand that concept ‘cause Jah rules everything around me
Fire burns the unjust like arson, larceny
Melt emcees with mental telepathy
With precision, we're slicing and dicing Peace to
The East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

Crazy ass Crooklyn kids
Represent the Brooklyn all nighter
Crazy ass Crooklyn kids
Because it is, survival of the fittest

Crooklyn 2X