Artist: Daddy Rose f/ 20 Grand Pikasoe, AZ, Amil, Saulhaudin Album: The God Song: Welcome to Brooklyn Typed by: DaSun Akbar (AZ talking) Yeah, it's Brooklyn, BK As we know, uh-huh-huh Welcome into our world, welcome Sosa of the game, A to the Z Daddy Rose, Amilion, feel me [AZ] Its BK fo'reala, niggas stay guerilla Respect game, if not, respect these flames I'ma throw shots to niggas, respect the name It's Brooklyn, we on top of the food chain And it's only for this mothafucking game we came I can get down with niggas and let off rounds Or head outta town with niggas and set up grounds However it goes down, I'ma shut shit down The streets got me on some I don't give a fuck now Too straight, I'm back out with two big gauge And can't wait for a mothafucka to screw they face I'm so thirsty and won't show no mercy Dust out severely, so don't urk me Dunlap's on the red drop, ready to pop Lock shop on the whole block, ready or not Its Brooklyn (Chorus) Saulhaudin From Brownsville to East New York, guns talk From Fort Greene to Bed-Stuy, niggas die From Bushwick to Flatbush, wigs push The land where the killers dwell From Brownsville to East New York, guns talk From Fort Greene to Bed-Stuy, niggas die From Bushwick to Flatbush, wigs push The land where the killers dwell Welcome to Brooklyn [Daddy Rose] Welcome to the jungle where hope crumbles, dope bundles Niggas rise to the top and fall off, smoke jumbles I'm from the grimy soil My crimey's bag coke in aluminum foil Ready rocking man his jaws, that's where the water boil Diesel stashed in the right so it won't spoil The land of the unloyal, whoever getting the most scrilla Niggas will gun fo' ya Better have your hammer cocked; niggas will come fo' ya The home of Tyson, the Brooklyn house Face slicing, mean mugging, screw faces Bang at each other all night, sticking up new faces Catch a new cases; 1-800-COP-SHOT, Central Booking Remove shoe laces, hoochies, hookers and hotties Blood, Crips, Godbodies, nines, grenade, hump shotties On the roof is where they dump bodies I represent Brownsville nigga; Welcome to Brooklyn (Chorus) Saulhaudin [20 Grand Pikasoe] Click your heels three times and if you wind up here You gotta pay a toll shorty You would think my mack at hands the way it hold forty Ain't no smile on my face, we the grittiest You in denial, call a jake These two twin Desi will have your child on the wakes You ain't balling, you outta bounce Before the player from the home of the Brooklyn Dodgers Where the pitchers on the mound snorting ye' And my son Ricardo moving quarter pounds, everyday Somebody tell this kid, I don't understand this understanding But I move wit a cannon and I blame where he standing Lift him off the canvas, fuck asking, I'm demanding When the gat spit, leave 'em gasping for an ambulance If it wasn't for this rap shit I'd be in the back strip, scrabbling Or in the strip spot wit a black fifth, gambling It's Pikasoe; Welcome to Brooklyn [Amil] Uh, uh, uh, Amilion Yo, petite like a sword off double-barrel Yo, find this bitch up in some ROC apparel I'm the best kept secret of all times Fire, the only thing you can call mine And, just for the record lyric's all mine Yo, bitches know when to draw the line Amilion never babysit the mic I'm the type of bitch you can maybe get to like Uh, but Berlin at the Penske's When the market rate was 28 in the v 20 Uptown, now we pushing Bentley's around Look how many niggas Brooklyn stay shutting down I'm one of BK's finest, rocking all the hot designers Clique been sick since mine Crown Heights, Bed-Stuy, nigga come find us Yeah, this joint here is just a reminder, nigga