Brooklyn Babies Lyrics - Force M.d.s

Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga! 

I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fucking mornin' 

(Yo, yo, yo, yo) 

Nigga, you got a family here 

You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit 

(Check) 

(Yo, yo, yo) 

Nigga, what the fuck? 

(Yo, yo, yo, yo) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(Growin' up in crazy Cali) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(Yo, yo, yo) 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

(Yo, yo, yo) 

A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County 

Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me 

Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me 

Now roam gat in Staten with cream team around me 

They called me Bobby, cousin, really got the black Harley 

Taught his son how to spike cats like Lee Harvey 

Oswald, all's well that ends well 

My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well 

I got the cherry Range, broke and rockin' heavy chains 

I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings 

On the back of the A-train, my daydream 

Should I make a phat hit or should I take cream? 

From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules 

I make soul grind tracks, you grab ass too 

Give respect to the Prince when he pass through 

Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe 

Cousin Billy, known to strap the black Uzi 

Two-two in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby 

Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y 

D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

This is how I live my life 

(Yeah) 

Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvesant, Malcolm X 

Shot dice on green, we live from Calasky y'all 

It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic 

Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra' 

What's the word on things? 

Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds 

In the background, layin' down 

I'm spittin' what the people missin' 

We extreme with the murder type theme 

Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat 

Big guns, down South we blaze 

Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston 

Wild Texan, no trespassin' 

Long mics hit the dead arm 

Planet Earth, home of Islam 

Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn 

Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine Technics 

We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi 

Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

(Bobby, you know why, that shit I said about you) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(That's right, you ain't shit, nigga) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque) 

This is how I live my life 

(All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit) 

(Nigga, grow the fuck up!) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(What the fuck is up with you, nigga?) 

(You ain't shit, nigga) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(Comin' in high off that shit) 

(What the fuck?) 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

(I'm tired of yo' shit) 

(What the fuck is that shit anyway?) 

(What the fuck?) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(That mothafucka could never come up in this) 

This is how I live my life 

(Mothafuckin' house ever again) 

(He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(A criminal, I'm sick of that shit) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby) 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

(Brooklyn this, Shaolin that) 

(What the fuck, nigga?) 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

(I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway) 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

(Pssh, but I do love you Bobby ) 

This is how I live my life 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

Bedstuy, this is my life 

Digital, these niggas should be crazy 

Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby 

This is how I live my life