Mother Ghetto Lyrics - Nacirema Dream - Papoose

(Intro) 

Brooklyn, rise to the occasion 

Papoose, PK 

(Hook) 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

(Verse) 

All the thorough bread borough heads, where yall from? 

All the hundred dollar billers villains, where yall from? 

All the low key OG's, where yall from? 

Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun 

Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo vision 

When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin 

Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin 

But had to make a U turn, damn forgot the biskey 

I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes 

On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion 

Walking down the block with a boppin rhythm, 

Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can, 

Who needs a pot to piss in? 

That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison 

Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different 

He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him 

I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with him 

They put the green light out, know how the game go 

Niggas die for they colors, gotta respect the rainbow 

Take John through the slums just to get a coliday come 

Hoodlems through they guns in the sewers and swallow they jums 

Snitches stopping the funs, when they hear the drama they run 

So we throw the slugs to their tumors and silence they tongues 

Raw ball heist, hand to hand is far more trife 

Customers be bangin on the spot doors all night 

I told the last customer your next time not like 

He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life 

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(Bridge) 

The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

(Hook) 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

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(Verse) 

Home of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks 

And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks 

Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws 

Come through rockin a Rollie, better have it ensured 

This New Yorkers will stab a millionaire til he bleed riches 

Cop work from uptown niggas, fuck Queens bitches 

4 green killas run up in yo living room quick 

Them boys at canal, see you lay yo clique on the strip 

Nobody politics in best up, who cares for that political shit? 

We're robbin dog for his kibles and bits 

Bushwick got beat cops, they actin like they own the streets 

That's why we drop em like a verse and lay em on the beat 

Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap 

Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach 

In Crown Heights they be workin them 2's, run hoop hoolups 

Come around yo way or put yo turf on the news 

Down town in Pican Ave got the flyest niggas 

Youngins takin over the trains, cursin over the loud speakers 

Flatbush they be totin, lean yo top smoking 

Since the trains had tokes them boys kept it locan 

From LG to Albany we was born to be thorough 

Cypress Hill's the kings but now we the king borough 

I'm from Bang Bridge, we broke the law for the fun 

The cats at Marcy will make you cough up a lung 

Wherever you from, represent the hood you live 

Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge 

(Bridge) 

The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

(Hook) 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

(Verse) 

In the heaven of Bob, my hood, them pearly gates is locked 

We the reason that cops traded 38's for Glocks 

We the reason them cabs drive by, never trust you 

We the reason you couldn't rock shines in the tunnel 

Niggas be starin and walkin, lookin back 

But I rob a nigga blind and ask him what the fuck he lookin at? 

Patrol cars just wanna get essential book in pack 

Don't get caught in alleys with Brooklyn cats 

Face the fact that what you worship 

So I pray with my backs towards the serpent 

Hit the underground and changed all the rappers to the circus 

Celebrated Ike after he was murdered 

Due tradition we had him cremated 

Put his ashes in the shone and I wish I could've did magic when they burned him 

Cuz the depths of this devilish fire within these matches don't deserve him 

It's when life stay on the abs of the earth and where the staff givin summers 

Knowledge beneath the records of a target 

Security stay harassin and lurkin 

When a Brooklyn thug walk in the club, bounce his ass or skin they search us 

Why pattin by my burners? You actin like you nervous 

Make a mistake and get shot by accident on purpose 

7 were made, when they sever yall faggots must've heard us 

I area code have the same factors of a murder 

Wherever you from, represent the hood you live 

Well keep it that way, don't come across the Brooklyn Bridge 

(Bridge) 

The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

Yall outsiders better come right, don't look wrong 

My bud will light the tunnel crash, Brook no 

(Hook) 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?