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Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide
And the count now is one and one To Jackie Robinson.....Billy Martin.... Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Never taking shorts Cause Brooklyn's the borough Panic, as another manic depressive Adolescent stares at death Now, what's left When there ain't no God And a whole lot of pride It might be a homicide So let the drama slide We don't want no problems, B Get your name in The obituary column sheet Cause life is too short And it just gets shorter I wish I had a quarter for All my people they slaughtered Last year alone in the Dead Zone Walk straight but don't walk late Cause I'm coming with a hate Only made from what it made me Cause nobody ever played me Now it's only getting worse Buckshot and Ase In the land of the waste Kicking you in your face We be doing it up Crooklyn style What does it take to get you wild My mentality is getting iller, killer Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait I know you wanna enter But I can't let you in My mind state's the maddest I'm gone with the wind Because it is survival of the fittest When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand Black man with the permanent tan I come from the 'ville And never ran, damn I'm feeling another part of reality Hit me when I represent the F.A.P. Straight from the 'ville Tilden played the building I mean literally When I say I make a killing For my cypher See, I'm finning to bust a piper Original heads represent The Brooklyn all nighter Do or die I'm saying it's you and I Bring your click so we can get Stone like Family Sly Peace to C.I. and the Bush Might even see Ruck And the Rock giving the push Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Never taking shorts Cause Brooklyn's the borough Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Never taking shorts Cause Brooklyn's the borough We did it like that And now we do it like this We did it like that And now we do it like this Go inside your mind And find a time that you miss And just think about The steel in your fist It's just an extension of your arm It's that ghetto type of charm That makes all the homeboys swarm Can I drop the bomb Oh, yes, I can Move with the groove Smooth like Geechie Dan Who is the man That kid there Who is the chick With the pick in her hair Angela, uhh, Davis And we roll like Avis Rent-a-Car kid, there you are You know where to find me Whenever you need me If you know the Ave, follow the path To the land of the aftermath But don't frolic in the midst Crazy ass Crooklyn kids Cause they always throwing A body on my lawn I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar Get off my block, boy And give me a dollar for the trouble Or get blown up like a bubble Let's take a sec to think back The year of the seven-oh When Brooklyn was the place to go Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel On your life Trife individuals live in the PJ's Dee Evil, check my DJ Hey, play what I wanna play in the day But in the night, I feel the right took a left Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down Heads from state to state Travel as I unravel the rate How it tapped Scott and Sutter I remember way back in the days Playing hot peas and butter Brother, if you want another lesson Crooklyn session Take it back, black Smith and Wesson Press your luck You get stuck by Buck For your bucks Masta Ase has the taste For ducks and duck sauce So tell Lord Digga Dig a grave for the bones Sticks and stones While I kick some ancient poems Through your domes Act went back To attack your homes So, Tip, can I flip (Yes, you can) I'm in the World War With Muhammad, my man Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger Uh-huh, what's happening To ReRun and Roger I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands And running down the block From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock Cause he be selling rock For the Partridge Family And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E And he be pimping Chrissy From Three's Company Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry This is a 70's thing from the days When kids didn't act so crazed In Crooklyn Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Never taking shorts Cause Brooklyn's the borough Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Never taking shorts Cause Brooklyn's the borough Robinson waits, here comes the pitch And there goes a line drive to left field Slaughter's after it He leaps and it's over his head Against the wall Here comes Gilliam scoring Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins Brooklyn wins |
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| 4:54 |
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If you disrespect anybody that you run in to
How in the world do you think anybody's s'posed to respect you If you don't give a heck 'bout the man with the bible in his hand Just get out the way, and let the gentleman do his thing You the kind of gentleman that want everything your way Take the sheet off your face, boy, it's a brand new day Respect yourself, respect yourself If you don't respect yourself Ain't nobody gonna give a good cahoot, na na na na Respect yourself, respect yourself If you're walking 'round think'n that the world owes you something cause You're here you goin' out the world backwards like you did when you Put your hand on your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution Oh, you cuss around women and you don't even know their names and you Dumb enough to think that'll make you a big ol man |
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| 5:03 |
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I'm your mama, I'm your daddy,
I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. Ain't I clean, bad machine Super cool, super mean Dealin' good, for The Man. Superfly, here I stand. Secret stash, heavy bread, Baddest bitches in the bed, I'm your pusherman Silent life of crime A man of odd circumstance, A victim of ghetto demands. Feed me money for style And I'll let you trip for a while. Insecure from the past, How long can a good thing last? No, no, no Got to be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now Pusherman gettin' mellow, y'all Heavy mind, every sign Makin' money all the time My LD and just me For all junkies to see Ghetto Prince is my thing Makin' love's how I swing I'm your pusherman Two bags, please For a generous fee Make your world what you want it to be Got a woman I love desperately Wanna give her somethin' better than me Been told I can't be nuthin' else Just a hustler in spite of myself I know I can break it This life just don't make it Lord, Lord, yeah Got to get mellow, now Gotta be mellow, y'all Got to get mellow, now I'm your mama, I'm your daddy, I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm your doctor when in need. Want some coke? Have some weed. You know me, I'm your friend, Your main boy, thick and thin. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. I'm your pusherman. Lord, Lord |
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| 3:25 |
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It's a thin line between love and hate
It's a thin line between love and hate It's five o'clock in the morning I'm just gettin' in I knock on the door A voice sweet and low says (who is it?) She opened up the door and let me in And never once does she say "where have you been?" She says "Are you hungry honey, did you eat yet, Let me hang up your coat, you wanna tell me pass me your hat" All the time she's smiling, never raises her voice It's five o'clock in the morning, and I don't give it a second thought (It's a thin line between love and hate) Don't think you can keep breaking your woman's heart (It's a thin line between love and hate) And she'll sit back and enjoy it (It's a thin line between love and hate) Yes it is (It's a thin line between love and hate) She gonna fool you one day The sweetest woman in the world Could be the meanest woman in the world If you make her that way You keep hurtin her, she keep being quiet She might be holding something inside That'll really really hurt you one day Yeah I'm layin in the hospital Bandaged from feet to head in a state of shock Just that much from bein' dead I didn't think my woman would do something like this to me Didn't think my girl had the nerve Here I am, I guess actions speak louder than words (It's a thin line between love and hate) Don't think you can keep treating your woman bad (It's a thin line between love and hate) and she won't ever get mad (It's a thin line between love and hate) Yes it is (It's a thin line between love and hate) She's gonna fool you one day (It's a thin line between love and hate) Every smiling face in a happy world |
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| 5:32 |
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| 3:49 |
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| 4:59 |
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| 10. |
| 2:48 |
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(Oh yeah)
(Ooh) Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Now, because you wear all those fancy clothes (oh yeah) And have a big, fine car, oh yes you do now, Do you think I can afford to give you my love? (oh yeah) You think you're higher than every star above Mr. Big Stuff Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Now, I know all the girls I've seen you with I know you broke their hearts one after another now, bit by bit You made 'em cry, many poor girls cry When they tried to keep you happy, they just tried to keep you satisfied Mr. Big Stuff, tell me, tell me Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love BREAK I'd rather give my love to a poor guy that has a love that's true (oh yeah) Than to be fooled around and get hurt by you 'Cause when I give my love, I want love in return (oh yeah) Now, I know this is a lesson, Mr. Big Stuff, you haven't learned Mr. Big Stuff, tell me Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna get my love Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna break my heart Mr. Big Stuff You're never gonna make me cry (repeat and fade out) |
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| 3:11 |
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| 4:55 |
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| 5:06 |
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