(guru). Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway. Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday. Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound. Then he hugged me, and then he turned around.
Verse one:. . New york, new york is where we live and we're thorough. Never taking shorts 'cause brooklyn's the borough. Peace to uptown, to queens and the bronx.
Chorus:. Gotta be the illest brother to claim respect. It takes the illest brother just to get respect. Got to be the illest brother when it's time to get wreck.
There's a bulletin, State Police, Princeton junction. The Militia, certain individuals of unidentified nature. Is now under complete control. Hip hop is not, what it is today.