Lordz Of Brooklyn

[Verse One]
Put the pedal to the metal lets turn it out
Lets show these motherfuckers what its all about
Is it all about the pride all about the crowd
Run from a cop never drop on a dime
Put your hands up cause Im clockin dough
Dont never say a white boy aint got no soul
I aint on parole never snitch to a fed
Yo the only fuckin singin is your girl in my bed
Im sick up to here with this and that
I aint pushin crack so step the hell back
Its the Lordz of Brooklyn in the house here to turn it out
Right in your face punk whats it all about?
[Chorus]
Im out to bomb!
Put it up! Get it on!
Im out to bomb!
Put it up! Get it on!
[Verse Two]
I set sail like the holy grail the crusader dont cater to no shit thats frail
Take me to the catacomb on the dragons chrome
After dark I leave my mark like its etched in stone
Im pure white heat I take a quantum leap
Im coming deep in the night like a nightmare in your sleep
Like a Viking funeral Im leaving shit burned
I said clowns get drowned when the tide gets turned
Were the Lordz we sport the crowns were the kings underground
What comes around goes around and it brings you right down
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Im on a sixth probation or should I say vacation
Vickin motherfuckers when theyre steppin in my station
Stalkin through the tunnel with a shank in my hand
Penetrate that fuckin lung let it flow like a dam
Somethings up with Kaves somethings up with Kaves
Yo you gotta get made made
Yo you gotta get paid paid
Im the king of enamel the crazy ducky boy wearing flannel
I climb the Verrazano eat my pasta with Romano
The Brooklyn mutt is about to go rabid
Killin motherfuckers is my only bad habit
Punks jump up and Im doin em
My Louisville broke so I switched to aluminum
Yo lemme tell you somethin about the Verrazano Boys
We made a lot of noise beatin up them toys
If you stepped to the crew or even walked on the fame
You know you got stomped by a big ink stain
1995 were called Lordz of Brooklyn
Step on the turf and your wallets gettin tookin
Vamped thrown to the curb had a lotta nerve to steppin on my turf
Now youre gettin whacked! Pow! Whacked with a bat
Now youre suckin on the dust from my black Cadillac
Here I come big shots its ADM
Leader of the pack who dont give a damn
Pass me the wine lemme throw it down
You heard whats on my mind now check the sound
[Chorus]
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