Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 1, 2, 3, and... Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man Can't tell that to a dingy old man Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band With a mean girl

Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme

(Yes, I'm ready) (So die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die) Yeah, yeah, you ready motherfucker? We gonna kill your ass (I'm ready) As I grab the Glock, put it to your headpiece One in the chamber, the safety is off release Straight at your dome,

Well I'm fuckin' you tonight You must be used to me spendin' And all that sweet winin' and dinin' Can you feel me? And another one Here's another one 'Cause I can feel you Uhh, uhh, what

It ain't never too much to freaky for ya The sexy things you do, they put me in the mood Check it up, check it up now That I ain't givin' it up to nobody but you (I ain't givin' it up to nobody) Can't get enough of the things that you do Huh, check it

"I love it when you call me big pop-pa" "I love it when you call me big poppa" To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?) 'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should

It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me I don't know what they want from me Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue

Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks, Squeeze your clip hit the right one, pass that weed I got to light one, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat Armed and dangerous,

Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn? I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn (Watch it) I ain't going out without a fight I'm with whatever, It'd be your life before my

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's