Artist: Black Rose Kartel Album: Rose Kartel Order Song: B.V.B.N.Y. Typed by: DaSun Akbar (Chorus) Goldie Mack So put your blunt to your lips if you could relate to this And if not, I want you to feel, how we're doing in the Ville Brooklyn be the borough man I'm from a place where most of the niggas are thorough man Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die And if not, I want you to ill, how my niggas ill Brownsville be the hood man I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good Keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do New York be the city man I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man [Goldie Mack] I spit verbal with base banging down the track Chinky eyes, handsome grill, with dreads hanging down my back Goldie homey on the throne from two G While small hustlers spend all their doe for one coochie And I make a mil from buying a pen, writing on new sleeves All I need is two sheets, you do you, I'll do what suits me Straight up, word to mother, but yo, but yo Small minded petty niggas don't get too far Talk shit about the Rose and I'ma hit you par Tell bystanders forget about that shit you saw Or these 12-guage slugs will split your jaw Yo my Kartel niggas be them by the fire 15 jail niggas But the MACs at, south broad to Cat-shack Tango, nine and half dope slash crack Eager flash back of Rikers Island Know we in clubs, uh-huh, blue lasers in his ass crack Dime, thirst for tango, yo where cash at? If you're a thug blast at or get blast at like the last cat Up in the tunnel screaming where the ass at? Now you get laughed at for your trash rap Don't stash jack, you covered in ice, I'ma snatch that D-O-N slash Mack, Brownsville slash gats That's how we do in the Ville, you heard? You ain't a gangster stop fronting; I put two in your grill Got a few thou but right now I'm pursuing a mil Step up a label just for you and the deal (straight up) (Chorus) Goldie Mack Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die And if not, I want you to ill, how my niggas ill Brownsville be the hood man I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good [Goldie Mack] It's always them coward niggas that be thinking they're hard Spit a few bars; get a deal and start thinking they're large Midtown Manhattan what nigga? Now you're drinking in bars Pop 'em in the head now he's thinking in cars Ayo you from the ghetto I hear that? That don't mean you're a thug You got a gun then wear that, that don't mean you a slug When you go out leave your jewels 'cause we be scheming in clubs And that's fo'real, I ain't talking no rap shit Perhaps it's seven guns under my mattress And facts is a lil' over that, thirteen to be exact, shit I like his shit, yo y'all niggas is hot But when it come to thug shit, yo y'all niggas could stop 'Cause that's my word of video could deceive you player You might act tough, but my team don't believe you player Brooklyn be them thugs that'll leave you player And if you ain't never been in jail Don't talk about it unless you've been in Besides me or Ike, we got niggas that's still in it That's my word I'm telling you, you ain't ready for war My whole team has shot somebody for some petty before I'm in the game now I'm ready to score, ya'heard? Ayo, Sprewelling peep the mind of this three time felon That shit you talked I ain't hearing and smelling Ayo R leave 'em alone 'cause I heard them snitch niggas be telling (Chorus) Goldie Mack So keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do New York be the city man I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man [Goldie Mack] Yo I could go out bummy and shit looking like madness And leave the club with the baddest bitch So what's my statuses? Kill me? Come back to life like St. Lazarus And have niggas run in your crib like savages Until I'm on the Island, build an empire that's for leverages Seven women just to one man without the marriages Marriage? I average like seventeen chicks But out of the seventeen, I'm only giving two of them dick Fifteen is celibate, plus I got 'em stuck mentally If the world don't blow up, I'll have 'em for another century On the street or in jail, thorough niggas they'll mention me Cut wifey off 'cause she wasn't down for the cause Now threw her frenzy hair about me in a time I flossed Silly broad that I will stick around for the draws (Chorus) Goldie Mack So put your blunt to your lips if you could relate to this And if not, I want you to feel, how we're doing in the Ville Brooklyn be the borough man I'm from a place where most of the niggas are thorough man Throw your hands in the sky if you're not afraid to die And if not, I want you to ill, how my niggas ill Brownsville be the hood man I'm from a place where most of the niggas are no good Keep it real with your man if he got the part of the planning And if not, I want you to do what you suppose to do New York be the city man I'm from a place where most of the women look pretty man Pretty man, pretty man, pretty man (Outro) Goldie Mack Uh-huh it's not a game, word up, straight up KGL, you heard, Brownsville shit Straight up for my thug niggas, youknowwhatI'msaying? BK niggas Straight up, NY representing, knahmean? From the East to the West, you heard? One love, you heard? My nigga Aristotle, you heard? Tango and Cash, it's not a fucking game man