Where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at, where Brooklyn at We gon' do it like this, anytime you ready, check it I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38s, nine 9s, ten Mac 10s The shit's never end, you can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot blocks That's how I got the weed spot I shot Dred in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body, so don't resist Or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs, I give MCs the runs drippin' When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Mateo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed a yayo That's crazy blunts, mad hells, my voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I'm trappin' shit like a pigeon I hope you're listenin', smackin' babies after they christened it Motherfuckin' Biggie Smalls What you gon' do with that, you pop? Yeah, where the motherfuckin' thugs at? Know your motherfuckin' middle finger We gon' do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings Goin' to stress and keep my best from the Texans From the barrel up, I spit the western And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us, but my meds in Born in the ghetto as a hustler Hold up, a straight soldier Walkin' at them buskers, no matter how you talk Niggas never die, we just retaliate with hate Then we multiply, you see me strikin' down the block Headin' corners, barbin' like a motherfucker Livin' like a warrior, it ain't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways, thug life, motherfuckin' crime Pays, let the cops put they lights on Chase me, nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway Race me, nigga, in a high-speed chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw