Artist: M.O.P.
Album:  Ghetto Warfare
Song:   BKNY
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
Yeah yeah nigga
Uh-huh
Yeah yeah, that's right
Heatmakerz motherfucker
Brooklyn, Bronx stand up
Walk with me man, walk with me man
Yo, the fuck yo?

[Chorus: Billy Danze]
Hey when it's always some shit in the club (this is BKNY)
Remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is BKNY)
Why these niggaz don't be showin no love (this is BKNY)
Remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is BKNY)
When you enter faggot tuck in your chain (this is BKNY)
Remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is BKNY)
You know them bastards that be poppin them thangs (this is BKNY)
Remember (this where we live and die) remember (this is BKNY)

[Lil' Fame]
(AOWWWWWW~!) B dot, K dot, N dot, Y dot
Nigga show true (so what if I come through)

[Billy Danze]
With my armor in my hand, I come in peace
So what I got my piece? It's the honorable Danze
I'm an honorable man and {c'mon let's do it}
And shall nobody scare me or come near me hear me fuck a-
-round, get down or get down with me (eh-heh)
Or I shoot you in your kidney, get me? Faggots you're worthless
You serve no purpose; I'm still tryin to figure out
what route you took to have this bullshit surface
BKNY, home to the Coppertops
Spinner and the world's most elegant thug nigga
Predicate thug killer, and mamis with llamies
Get cute in Timberland boots, fish braids and switchblades
and get paid it's ALWAYS the phrase of the day
We make moves for this money duke we sprayin away
And I still got a dull cloud, over my head
And some cognac and a Mac, on the side of my bed

[Chorus] - first half only

[Lil' Fame]
Now if he got a 9 and, he got a 9 and
She got a 9 and, she got a 9 and
They got a 9 and, they got a 9
Where's the motherfuckin party yo cause I got mine
It go eh-heh, pardon me, I'm allergic to bullshit
And right about now
I smell shit in the room, somebody frontin
Check the bottom of your shoes, young'n
Eat a dick with onion
You got water on the brain like
your moms got, pregnant by her brother
That's fucked up, your brother is your cousin
Give me that thang thang, I'm the sickest of all, set it off
Fill 'em on the block it's a G thing frenage{?}
(M) to the dizzy dot, (O) to the dizzy dot
(P) black school, put Fame on it, it's a wrap

[unknown]
They call me Johnny Fame, Hilfiger, real nigga
Trendsetters, M.O.P., packin blue steel nigga
It's not a game, don't make me pull my shirt off
You drag queen niggaz blow your own damn skirt off
Brooklyn rules wherever you at (stand up)
Brownsville it's them again, we gon' fuck your plans up
Saratoga the hot ave, the ghost town
Shots from the fo' pound (Bronx back it's comin down)
Stick your mans up, fucked up, mobbed up
I wet your whole block, fuck gettin locked up~!
We gon' eat, on my life you can bet that
(We not commercial son!) Bill, don't sweat that
Fizzy we the Hill (please believe it) let's do it
Y'all niggaz is like a red light we run right through it
Slow flow I rock that, BK cop that
Ladies say get your slot back, nigga I done got that

[Chorus]

[Outro]
AOWWWWW~! Motherfucker!
Yeah yeah, that's right
Heatmakerz motherfucker
Brooklyn, Bronx stand up
Walk with me man, walk with me man
We doin it nigga, we doin it