Artist: Troy Ave f/ Uncle Murda Album: White Christmas 2 Song: Brooklyn Shit Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Troy Ave] Aiyyo New York City don't worry I got us! Troy Ave and BSB is that brand you can believe in East coast nigga! Anti-weirdo chuck shit We representin the streets! (Powder!) [Verse One: Troy Ave] Rappers want features but there ain't no swap nigga (Nah!) Pay me motherfucker I'm about my gwop nigga I'm the talk of the city (Facts) New York savior My lil brother can't buy no Jordan's with favors Blowin up, Flex droppin bombs to this We ain't the same nigga you live with your moms and shit My bitches like bags and sometimes I buy the shit (Here you go baby!) But I don't be mad, I stuff that thing high with bricks (Get that money all day) This that only wight they carry on, I just get my Barry on Heavy white bass (Whoa) dough runnin marathon (WOO!) Leader of the race, keep up with my pace (GO!) You lookin +Weezy+ I get +Cash Money+ in your face It, niggas is basic I'm more complex I can hear your rhymes, figure out what comes next I'm really livin mines, tryin to figure what comes next That freshman cover, a major deal, jail or death [Chorus: Troy Ave] Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on This that, Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on This that, Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on Mercedes Benz gold watch sittin above the arm How he got money when, he ain't have a job in so long [Verse Two: Troy Ave] Fuck it, Tears of joy in a bucket (Yeah!) On the road to success we doin over a hun'ed Doin this shit you wanted, fuck waitin for turns Turn my safety off my engine on wouldn't urn Never lookin for handouts I came to stand out Represent my city and show what bein a man's 'bout Niggas dressin pretty they showin you what a scam 'bout Denims can't be skinny your skirt is worn when a man's out Miss me with the bullshit get, hit with a full clip Hand on the bible I don't put niggas on the pulpit Front roll another, I react you suffer And that's a fuckin fact you Murda come get these suckers! [Verse Three: Uncle Murda] (GMG!) I run New York yeah I said it and I'm not no liar They wanna see me run into Suge when shots get fired (BANG!) Let me tell ya a lil' bit about how I growed up Waitin for daddy to come home knowin he ain't 'gon show up (Where he at?!) Mama said she got us don't worry we be ok I believed it and two years later she passed away (Awww!) Beefin with God in my head like we 'gon see what's up I'm shootin at the sky thinkin I can hit Jesus up (BANG!) God damn Uncle Murda shootin at Jesus now He on that project roof squeezin off that pound She like that white porsche I'm in with red interior nigga (VROOM!!!) Your wifey out of pocket winkin at me curious nigga (Ah ha!) I'm the Brooklyn Richie Porter if you ain't know Kill a nigga that's close to me if he try to play Alpo No trust hammers bust that's the end of that shit Half a brick to a whole one now I got ten of them shit Put the order in, whatever you need I can get it I got the plug I wanna shoutout my dominican niggas (TATO!) I remember when, a nigga got beat uptown They showed me seed rock know I went through to rebound? Too many robberies got niggas faced down to the ground Too many lame New York rap niggas claimin the crown They not no Biggie, not no Jay, not Nas (NAH!) I'm the closest thing you got to them guys, open your eyes [Chorus: Troy Ave] This that, Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on This that, Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on This that, Brooklyn shit, this is not the norm This that, safety off, with the engine on Mercedes Benz gold watch sittin above the arm How he got money when, he ain't have a job in so long [Outro: Uncle Murda] Ha Ha!!!!