If you knew his streets
You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef
Who snitchin, who told police
Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace
Now they killin over his money, not drugs, he replaced it
Cause thugs with no brains got no patience
New jacks he pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm he be kickin
Musician and a rappin composition
A pain, hes like Saddam Hussein
Still alive lookin at his dead children's burnt remains
he burnt the game, taught you lames a new lesson
"Your crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons"
The hood breathe weed and white tees and Timmies
Around mixed, spics, niggaz and goodies
From his ghetto kings in deep thought they don't blink
But don't think they wastin their time
It's a Br0oklyn state of Mind
hes from the home of no legends and trend settin
No footsteps to follow, hes been steppin
Mind stressin tryin to find a record crime shreddin
Time precious, he ain't have rest since nine eleven
he live fast, hustle like today is his last
he get cash, the struggle's like a day on the Ave.
Crack bein raw, gats squeezin off
Bk squeezin off, from cats who tease with war
The eve of the Apocalypse, evil keep movin politics
Every block is at risk, the NY City metropolis
The opposite of Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra
It's his girl and Big Mo the gangsta's opera
So br0oklyn walk with me, talk gritty
It's up to us NY it's our city
Here the man come with the anthem, hands up
It's time the thrill is back bro0klyn, let's stand up