Crooklyn's Finest

[Intro] Straight from Brooklyn, better known as Crooklyn Never taken shorts cause Brooklyn's the borough [Verse 1: D.I.] Yo...so I guess I'm supposed to give a fuck When I'm from a town where the attitude is stick 'em up Pick 'em up, lift a clown in the air Collision and cruise and it just ain't fair Oh yeah... throw your neighborhoods in the air Wave 'em around like you just don't care As you can see I'm on some New York shit Ride around in a whip with my BK clip And you know done expanded and mixed it down Linked up with some dudes from across the town So... bitch niggas better show respect Either that or you can fuck around and catch you a tech And I'm not talkin' b-ball, talkin' about When the drama pop off, I'mma really come and see y'all See y'all, it's nothing to do I wrote this rhyme in a cab on my way to the stoop I'm so true, and you just don't get it The flow that I kick is so exquis-idn't it? The hot spit it, who'd the next fire? DI on the track with Mr. eXquire I don't know I can't see your peeps I guess it must be something 'bout a primo beat That make a nigga wanna show my ass But I respect the classic track I'mma show some class [Verse 2: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire] I'm lovin' the friends benefits, who's this bitch sucking my dick? Funky style with thick chicks almost ruptured a discus A B C shit, average kicks like Clay Russel's Action packed like directed by Michael Bay fuck you Jedi warrior, my third eye reads all of ya The moratorium, sur-projects to crack emporiums Spotters they get raided, international player Mandolin bayonet-ers read they status straight to waiters Paper chasers, my nigga cash cow through a stack house My flow count won't knock out till the third round Watchin' 'em serve how my world revolves around Pussy, liquor, and kicks, I'm worried and hell bound Fuck it, I wouldn't floss it, my chips This quarter bag heavy, wouldn't cop it if I had to ask the price Leonidus kick niggas in they chest for stunting Damn all y'all cos weird, be frontin', yo shut the fuck up Leader of the new school, defeated all you weak dudes Duke nukin' nobody, all I see is the tool This tribute, my retribution tell my enemies who Left me for dead not knowing that would make me a goon This is T, pity the fool, krunk it lame, knuckle game Hitting niggas for stools, holding a bar 89 Mix, balance time with red wine, Optimus Prime Front flip on niggas and I pop my nine [Verse 3: Money Slim] Nobody does this shit quite like I can Time to separate the MC's from the hype man Switch up the game plan, I'm doing my thing fam Got niggas plotting on me, but ask me If I give a damn My aim's accurate, perfect, no flaws Treat beef like pussy cause I'm quick with the drawers The Nicolas Cage of this rap shit, yeah Fly criminal homie I'm ConAir Remarkable timing, you slipping I'm grinding Where did you find him? this kid is a problem Every line I jot is popping like cheap condoms Easy pot and I'm hot, that's real rap Don't get bent all out of shape, I'm just stating the facts Making these cats understand, fall back 9 to 5, peel off, what's fucking with that Nothing in fact, I'm making the meat they make Posing they careers, causing competition to spectators Yes haters, we keeping the game intact EXquire, Money SL, nigga its a wrap