Artist: Brooklyn Zu f/ Chi-King Album: God Bless the Child (S) Song: God Bless the Child Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Chi-King] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo [Chi-King] They can't take him out his Wu-Tang wallabies I 'Raze Hell' like a Black Market Maccabee Sharp sword with a deep incision Art of War, Cra-Z 88, physique physicians Build or destroy, ready to ploy, the Real McCoy God, stay chunky like the Chips A'Hoy I'm, wax offa water, how we stiff the wood Huh, be best to block rock, then cook the words It's all we do in BK, get aired the fuck out On Broadway in broad day, prepare and come violently We moving audio, we do this the God way Let's do the math before you catch it the hard way You know what time it is, 12 O'Clock on the dot Brooklyn Zu is clappin' up, glaze off the block Report to bridge, knowing always Buddha Monk, Shorty Shitstain, Merdoc and Raison Rest in peace to Ol' Dirty, forever you lives on Uh, forever you lives on [Raison the Zoo Keeper] You best to honor Zoo Keeper from the Brooklyn section Bedstuy, do or die, I gots to mention Osirus, busting that ass, king of the underworld Killa Bee Gang, nigga, we run this shit I just can't stop, keeping it all in together now We getting paid, getting dressed for the weather, now [Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock] God bless the child that holds his own That's why we, work hard, and we stay in the zone And plus we, shoot bullets that'll follow you home And we don't, fuck with babies, only women that's grown [Merdoc] I make my own play, I'm King Murdy the Great It's been a long way, but shit is fallin' in place I'm in my Cuffie zone, and my mind is my home Puff a skelly bone, and ain't nothing that your wrong You just crumby, sonny, and we too can lay lovely Niggas is thoroughbred, ya'll clear to duck from me Ya'll go for big guns, for my life long sons They say we chose to run, hungry hearts, and blow the spot, run Love no limit, word is bond, we bout to get it I see street degrees, niggas freeze and they can have it Thought you had it... [Shorty Shitstain] What ya'll thought, crazy Cuffie's wasn't stink? Because we getting steak, ya'll should of came to the cookout So niggas better look out, cuz we about to put it out A whole bunch of hit, niggas stinking up your area Don't fear, it be the Brooklyn Zu here What ya'll thought, what ya'll thought it couldn't happen this year? Yo, I'm locking shit down, like barbwires in warpens Inverted my commission, at the age of ten So get that cotton ass mouth away from the fabric You don't want no static, nigga, I master this Let them Brooklyn Zu niggas go first So I can bust and burst, lay the niggas down in the dirt [Chorus 2X]