Bk Anthem Lyrics - Jay-z

B-I What up? 

Long as I got a voice, you got a voice my nigga. Yessir 

BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up 

If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie 

Chillin in the spot in my b-boy stance 

Don't make this four-fifth kick like bruce lee roy pants 

You know I'm smarter than Spock, vulinicly more advanced 

So this aluminum will foil your plans, that's how I'm doin em man 

I Keep two in hand, in case I've been drinkin 

Seein double; I got one for you and your twin 

I got a nickel for your thoughts, make your blood trickle 

Leave your smarts on the sidewalk, till the cops come and get you 

The guns sprayin; with or without you 

Make your body whistle without you. Young 

I'm still official without you 

Still that nigga all the bitches whisper about. Ooh 

Hes so terreferic, his lyrics like its about you 

You can't tell me that everything he spits that its not true 

Im from the crack in the wall; a fighter with my back against it all 

Took a lighter, left my name in the hall. Young 

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{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up 

If you wit me, lick a shit for biggie}x2 

Grew up on Lexington ave, my sights real high 

Moved to the marcy project round the time I was five 

Had a great-grandmother in the heart of the sty' 

So on the fourth or July, we would always stop by 

Man I ran through the bushes, bought pounds from tha dreads 

They had the best beef patties and cocoa bread 

Played the album square mall straight round the time I was gettin tall 

Where niggas was snatchin pockets, leavin change on tha floor 

18, regime roundin. Pink houses fort green niggas they aint blend 

Wasnt safe on the a train, d, g or the f 

They set the cards low like niggas snatch polo off your chest 

East new york, brushwick, fuck it, the whole BK 

Brownsville, where the warriors come out to play 

Nigga you better roll deep goin through coney island 

Cause theres one way out nigga, one way in nigga 

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{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw you hands up 

If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie}x2 

Everywhere you go, brooklyns in tha house(if you soft up the chain) 

The crooks is in tha house, the jooks is in rout 

The dramas on tha way 

Standouts first, then tha llamas goin spray 

Mamas goin pray 

But we respect real, you act like a sheep, you goin be the next meal 

The wolves in on tha job 

Gotta get in where we fit in 

Not rid the show and the kids is growin 

Baby need new shoes, and you sitting on 22's 

And we got guns big as Samoans 

And you and the spot showin off like terrell owens 

Hella mornice nigga 

You better hold your ground, if you a strong house 

Then the fours will blow you down and its back to the home town. Yes 

{BK; stand up, Brooklyn; throw your hands up 

If you wit me, lick a shot for biggie}x2