the blood, diamonds in my eyes. It's a way of life, a way of life a way of life....Brooklyn in the blood. Brooklyn in the blood! Brooklyn's more than
the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood
but the blood of Jesus. What can make me whole again? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood of Jesus! Oh, the blood
They call me white Devil, black Jesus Heaven closes, Hell freezes Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time
form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood
political connects My raps don't have melodies This shit make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet
different moments On different days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe. Let's go on the subway. Take me to your hood. I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
, God rest your soul But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe New York niggaz got crazy game But outta town niggaz is all the same Brooklyn
'm a spit the talk to it Down south gon' bounce Crips gon' walk to it Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it Every dawg, every blood in the hood
do Nobody can know your heart the way I do No one can testify to all that you've been through But I will I was born in Puerto Rico and my blood is Taino
the world A Spanish boy could be killed Every night of the week But just let some white boy die And the world goes crazy For blood-Latin blood I don'
they gorgeous White girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood
La La La La La Lalala La Laaah, Sweet Thing I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees Smokin' beadies as I burn my calories Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn