text: Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
  Where Brooklyn at?
  1, 2, 3, and
  Now, they say you aint never suppose to envy no man
  Cant tell that to a dingy old man
  Who see a young nigga getting plenty of dough, man
  Icy Audemar, Henny gold band
  With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
  Thats why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan
  Trust its gon bust you roll on us
  Know its gon blow fo my dough
  Why would you try with that guy?
  Scene told you hed keep it G
  We can bang like the two chains on my neck
  The hood is Iraq, Im Hussein in the jects
  The coups up, take the new lane for a sec
  12 thump, new Kane in the deck nigga
  Right now with a squeezer in a cuzzi
  And Im goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
  They talk about it, we all about it
  They making plans, we sit and count it
  Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
  You heard about it, she running her mouth
  She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
  Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
  Her man look like he wanna fight
  But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
  Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
  When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
  I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
  Knowing that theyd rather be stabbing me
  All up in my back trying to take my track
  When I used to sell crack I aint had problems like that
  Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
  A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
  Next who wanna move is getting blasted
  Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
  As I release masterpieces like adhesive
  Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
  MCs have a hard time believin
  Im Marked For Death, Hard to Kill like Steven
  When Jake come, Im leaving, the black mans motto
  You got a better chance playing lotto
  What you want nigga?
  They talk about it, we all about it
  They making plans, we sit and count it
  Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
  You heard about it, she running her mouth
  She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
  Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
  Her man look like he wanna fight
  But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
  Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
  Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
  The general consensus is youll be the dominating fleet
  Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
  You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
  The kings of the crack music and the kings of the clubs
  Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
  Thats why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like ours
  Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying
  Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
  Yeah, I took a little time to cook and show you whats really hot
  How the fuck any of you niggas think you filling my spot?
  Why you niggas getting mad at us? We shit on your floors
  All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
  Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
  Snoop, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you cant reach
  Lets go
  They talk about it, we all about it
  They making plans, we sit and count it
  Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
  You heard about it, she running her mouth
  She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
  Im cool as Hell but shes too excited 
  Her man look like he wanna fight 
  But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
  Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
  Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky
  Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
  Canary bangle-round I aint gon 20 carrots on this bitch
  Pull up the Phantom, show em how we switch
  From the Bentley blinds spur kill em with the six
  Bedstuy what up yall, what up with your girl
  How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
  Im in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn whats your chrome
  Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
  My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
  On Nastrand Ave, aint the same since Homo got touched
  Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
  See Im a beast with it, fucking til Im crippled
  Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama
  Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa
  Run for your gun you suckers
  B.I.G. Im a get them motherfuckers
  Dont you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
  I got a few chickens thats gon work that noogie
  In the Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat
  What it do nephew 
  Uh, turning it out, run in your house
  Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth
  They talk about it, we all about it
  They making plans, we sit and count it
  Our cheddar stackin just like a mountain
  You heard about it, she running her mouth
  She wants to ride it, shes trying to hide it
  Im cool as Hell but shes too excited
  Her man look like he wanna fight
  But he aint doing nothing but running his mouth
  What you really want from a nigga?