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Текст песни Prince Markie Dee and the Soul Conventio - Back to Brooklyn

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{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*}Uhh, yeahMarkie Dee and the Soul ConventionNinety-one to ninety-twoNinety-two, ninety-threeSo on, et cetera et ceteraHanSoul and the RegulatorsCrazy Keith, here we go, check itOne timeChampion hoodie, saggin-ass Levi`s and my TimbsBrooklyn hat pulled low, chewin on a peppermint stem stickKickin {shit} with the head gassed hoesThey wanna piece of this and so do my foes, yeahI gotta watch my back, when I walk the streets at nightAnd on my nine my hand grips tightReally don`t trust nobody, to the pointthat if I get a little lip I will reach for my jointYou wanna head up, nah son, my hands ain`t gotta feelNo need to show my skills, blast and I`m outta hereSo save you cryin for the boys in blueGet your story straight chump, even if it`s trueIt`ll all be changed when you get to the precinctYour case is history, worth about three centsSo if you don`t want beef, you better stop lookinCause I`ma take your ass back to Brooklyn{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*}YeahIt`s about 3 A.M., I`m on (?) Ave.I got my toolie and a stack of cashI never had a problem with the dollar thirty fortyCause I was makin moves like Fat Cat and CorleyA hustler and a killer, Mark was a smooth donAlways had jewels but never got moved onBodies layin decomposin and decayinYou never shoulda {fucked} with Mark, and now you`re layinin the {motherfuckin} burial groundCause you wasn`t prepared, for the big throwdownMe and my crew yo, we roll thirty deepHungry like wolves, slaughterin sheepYou wouldn`t even try to step to this big love daddyFive-oh had me surrounded but they never really had meStep with the swiftness, and still had `em lookinI had to take my ass back to Brooklyn{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*}Check it, dig it, dig itNow from Pinkhouse to Flatbush to Bed-Stuy and backTry to hold on to the streets I lived atI had you beggin on your kneesI pump your ass so full of holes you would think you was swiss cheeseSo save your pleadin it won`t help noneDon`t kiss ass, because you`re kissin the barrel of my shotgunCheck the glock let me surprise yaWhen I`m through your own moms, won`t recognize yaI took the A Uptown with all local stops rightFrom Queens to Bronx but nothin gets props likeBrooklyn - no disrespectThe other borough brothers can still wreckRaised in East New York so don`t challenge meThe trials and tribulations will increase the brutalitySo if you don`t want beef you better stop lookinCause I`ma take that ass back to Brooklyn{*scratching: "Born and raised in the streets of Brooklyn"*}Word `em upA couple of quick shout outsTo Queens, the Bronx, ManhattanStrong Island, Brooklyn, East New YorkBed-Stuy, BrownsvilleBrooklawn, Cypress Hill, Pinkhouse`sYeah, yeahMarkie Dee and the SoulWe roll deep

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