Brooklyn Nostalgia

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] I'm from the crack rock back blocks where they sold mad rock Where they been hustling since the days of young Matlock Nations of the God’s in the earth say what’s the math ak Sling supreme like supreme, when he had the ave’s hot Just a young shorty learning how that path rot Rep my block like a mascot, oldies in the crack spot With rainbow collections in capsules… that’s mad tops Blue tops tan tops D's in the black drop Big homie said that few know fed fear though It’s like being suffocated and watching your air go It’s a necrophilia-future fetish for coming death Where paroled uncles, asking young’n is you gunning yet Prison ain’t teach me a thing, but don’t get caught again Just a ghetto viking nigger, I enjoy to slaughter to men Whether low time petty hustlers or Alderman Time to carry on tradition little homie guard your kin Brother’s only worship each other’s heart your God your men You go’n to ride or die, cause I ain’t goin question heart again When faced with a question like that from your own blood You question your destiny are you meant to be a thug? With black mask and black gloves or are you mama’s angel Maybe it’s a reason you see life from a different angle Feel twisted like the wrist in the ghetto way we aim tools Yeshua became a man at 12, so make moves [Hook: Beastie Boys & ODB Sample] Here's a little story I got to tell Brooklyn... (4x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] This for the misses back in the days who was kissing us And this is for niggers back in the days who was dissing us It’s a lot of names and not enough bars to pull the lists up Way before the clips would bust, back when it was fist to cuffs Nigger it was six of us I wonder what the group would be If shit ain’t change like puberty, fuck all the scrutiny How thinking back is stupidly, cause shit nigger if you was me Cutting ducking truancy, and chilling with who used to be Alive, then dammit nigger your eyes might cry Water up enough to reenact Noah’s tides Back before Shia was Louis on “Even Stevens” We was horny trying to find the loosest hoe drinking semen Cause when young watching porn seeing bitches freaking Your imagination fantasy alters your wishes dreaming Corrupted and disrupted at the hormones that erupted Our innocence interrupted, so nigger fuck the fuck shit This ain’t back in the days nigger’s is quick to buck shit Bust wigs, touch kids, fingerprints ain’t dusted Now little niggers kill I’m rhyming the ills Steal ain’t concealed it’s fronted like consignment and grills Too many getting knocked it’s not they can’t out race the d’s Too many getting knocked cause they can’t out race they deeds Guard your female siblings, that block a take your sister Here hands cut crack for green, rock paper scissor [Hook: Beastie Boys & ODB Sample] Here's a little story I got to tell Brooklyn... (4x)