Dust to Dawn

[Intro: Buddha Monk] I made this one, for them cats Who know how to shake, rattle and roll In Brooklyn, huh? Daddy, Daddy, Daddy Warbucks [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Whether dust or dawn, high noon we get it on Brooklyn's greatest up so y'all bring it on Better head up at high noon or get dealt with real soon So stay tuned, as we bring the news... Whether dust or dawn, high noon we get it on Brooklyn's greatest up, so y'all bring it on Better head up at high noon or get dealt with real soon So stay tuned, as we bring the news, blues, true [Buddha Monk] Who's those cats out to get Brooklyn's finest? We street blood, honor code and the cat that make lost sold (I don't know) I pity them foes, you need not know the beef ya started is now with creep mode We heat fools, defeat crews, then Duck-Lo behind the news Watch the bloody sheets on channel two I dare you to make a move, enternal sleep you I brick lay, ain't no time for playing games A street pharmacist, warning, Brook apocalypse Where Glock chips, fragments, straight from yo' abdomen Placed by the gun of a man, behold the Son of Man From Sun up to Sun down, sleep with heat in hand Y'all bomb the streets from the sky, man? Pray to ya God you don't die, man Or be another face, read in the paper, man It's too late, D.O. ain't noted at eight You are no longer what you ate, you are now "Rest in Peace", deceased [Chorus] [Buddha Monk] Alright, it's the land of the brave, five mics and gunplay Where we say, "Damn, watch ya back" all day You don't know your enemies, they come in all shapes and sizes The surprise is, poverty nigga, you just got hot whipped (Damn) For what reason you deserved this, taught 'em how to slang dick And creep with, about four to five chicks The nerve of this bitch, after all, what you get? He either fill a whole clip, then get up with some bitch It's Brooklawn (Brooklawn), home of shiesty niggas Wouldn't change it for nothing either, but watch who I eat with And speak with, hold a convo frequent Who need this sneak peak shit, yo delete that By hook or crook, nigga, I gotta get mines If I don't get mines, then my gun will blind And it's Daddy Warbucks who just robbed you fucks Born in the land where we never gave a fuck I was raised in handcuffs, taught to fuck around and waste sluts From financial bucks to make my pants luck You better get in where you fit in, fake orange with your chicken I done bucked in that fuck then shift in her gut Now what what? Who want it with us? To fuck with bad news, you get laid up like King Tut Want our G's up, we talk from knees up So please trust, don't mess with us [Chorus] [Outro: Buddha Monk] ...as we bring the news, blues, true ...as we bring the news, blues, true