Lordz Of Brooklyn

[Verse One: performed by Kaves]
Dont make me put down my beer cause Ill bust that grill
And grab the Louisville out the Coup De Ville
Wiseguy, good fella, mean street, city dwella
And if you talk that shit than you wind up in my cellar
Ill bat you to the pulp with my fiction
My diction, causes friction in any jurisdiction
The lordz run the rackets on the ponies, my cronies
Stuck a feather in my hat and they called it macaroni
[performed by Scotty Edge]
Yo they call me Scotty Edge from the tenement slum
I had to fight to get a crumb its the white shark in the chum
You can tell where Im from, from the letters on my jacket
I got a crew thats gonna back it, there a bad freegin racket
They soldier up when its time to go to war
Outsiders on the turf and we meet at the corner store
And drink and to we stumble, to its time to go and rumble
Like the Wanderers, were warriors and were on the move for trouble
[Chorus]
Yo Im trapped in the racket and I cant get out
Yo Im trapped in the racket and I cant get out
Yo Im trapped in the racket and I cant get out
I said I cant get out they pull me right back in
[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
Well its the bad racket sound throwin down for the crown
You better take those colors off if youre steppin in my town
I got no time for the gat cause that shits wikiwak
Yo you must be smokin crack if you think you can get with this style
Take it New York bound were the originators of the rap throwdown
From the Bronx to Manhattan, Brooklyn keep them clappin
I got Louisville slugger for you punks that are packin yo
[performed by Scotty Edge]
I cant get out they pull me right back in
Its the bad freegin racket with the Brooklyn battle hymn
They call me gentleman Jim, were original like sin
Were the Lordz theyre the frauds you find them in a garbage bin
You cant tag youre not a writer its time to pay the bag piper
Youre just a biter a yo yo overnighter
[performed by Paulie Two Time]
Im Manhattan bound watch the cop on the beat
Lets have a sitdown kid on Mulberry Street
Talk is cheap like a parakeet
If you snitch on the racket yo the mob rolls deep
[performed by Kaves]
Well its the capo with the flow from the social club
The Feds rock the tapes when they make the dubs
I go to rags to riches like the Big Ragu
Its the LOB crew with the Budweiser brew
Boom Bata Bing, Boom Bata Bing check it
Its the Lordz of Brooklyn bad racket respect it
[Chorus]
[ The Bad Racket Lyrics ]