Welcome To Brooklyn

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] You see my early days in were raised in Gravesend Right where Knizza father left and that phase changed him Now soon as pops dipped my moms kept me educated But my best lessons learned; what the streets demonstrated Be calm cause they feast on those who intimated Look at the track record just the anti timid made it Been deceptive when we con, so we formed Decepticons We in the hood like the dirty crown restaurants I been more fresh than Esteban check I got the best up on The Smif-N-Wessun flow they jamming like the tech up armed My mama in the kitchen slaving in a small kitchen She told me as a infant never put down where you living That one room shack or apartment you live your mansion So I rep this like I birthed this and it had my grandson Now lean to my theme like a fiend in the street While queens scream for the county king in the v [Hook] Welcome to Brooklyn, here they don't play fair Welcome to Brooklyn, the great get made here B.K. state of mind rep it till I die Whether Flatbush, Canarsie, Coney Island, Bed-Sty (2X) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] Welcome to the rawest place they pitching with a taurus Where souls are jungle wild, to hold more green than a forrest Even corner thugs cautious cause the corner far from gorgeous You see the coldest killers all just step on Nana's porches They ran on old Deloris and wetted her like a Walrus No life line the medic called it damn your grandma cordless Sins of older kin beef, the reason why she caught this Shots tapped her like Morse, she bloody like Morris Like when he played the soul ricky facing death's touch How ironic wetted breast seeming/semen like her chest nut My ghetto borough real making old ladies vest up I don't glorify I'm horrified the world so messed up My Brooklyn life made me a philosophical bandit Smelled the smoking chrome from hands hotter than gambit Ghetto psycho's cutting eyes without a shady look It's buck fifties on the Q train y'all never made me shook [Hook] Welcome to Brooklyn, here they don't play fair Welcome to Brooklyn, the great get made here B.K. state of mind rep it till I die Whether Flatbush, Canarsie, Coney Island, Bed-Sty (2X) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] You want to see a Brooklyn dude play then get a floor-seat This ain't the Barclay's yapped chains, from the flossy Two seaters, tool heaters cruel creatures new divas Cool sneakers, rude features, you see us, you bleeders Fame knife flaunters nah they don't grip the Taurus They carving cooch faces giving mugs a clit-toris I'll will whoop your black ass, if you tell me do something From Brooklyn, never take orders go do something Mess around lose something you will never move nothing We Chris Reeve your Spine, all because you fronting Really it's funny ain't it, we tainted, by money making Our innocence hasted, wasted now we feeling we facing The traffickers up in “Taken” but no Liam father saving We in time Timberlake’n petty crime time racing Worry 'bout tomorrow only if tomorrow come Look around this is Brooklyn welcome to the horror son [Hook] Welcome to Brooklyn, here they don't play fair Welcome to Brooklyn, the great get made here B.K. state of mind rep it till I die Whether Flatbush, Canarsie, Coney Island, Bed-Sty (2X)