Papoose, Uncle Murda, Tony Touch - Brooklyn’s The Borough lyrics

Never takin shorts 'cause
Brooklyn's the borough-"Guru"
P-P-P-Peace out to Brooklyn!

Yeah! Fresh off that Brooklyn Bridge man!
Representin with the hip hop legend
Tony Touch! Tony Toca! King of
New York talk man! (Br-Brooklyn)
I'm back on my bullshit!
Thuga! Papoose Pa-poose!

I don't care 'bout the name
Of your clothin designer
I'm fascinated by the attribute
Of Malcolm and Elijah
Hoopty when it's drama we hopin
Out of the mazda
Strip like Gaza the coppers in the impala
If not the pocket rocker the
Chopper do sum'n proper
Shoot you out your shoes get
Popped out of your prada's
In '01, I was gettin dollars with the robbers
Rob weed spots for hours and early hours
Skin smellin like sour when
They was blamin Osama
So I was in the shower when
They was droppin the towers
Actin like a mobster you
Hoffa you an imposter
Somethin like spaghetti, tomatoes
Garlic and salsa bullets out the llama the
Top is usually copper
You judgin my persona your honor
This is karma
Put an end to your saga with revolvers
McDonalds and Burger King guns the
Big Mac and the Whopper
Eat your bodyguard, Kevin Cosner
Jeffrey Dahmer
Old school, leather bomber heavy armor
Damn they love when I was flowin on the stoop
But hated on me when I
Started flowin in the booth
You a contradiction and they know
You was a fluke
So they said that's the same nigga
You told us was the truth
You a lame I know you wouldn't shoot
You make me wanna take your chain off your
Neck and throw it on the roof
A spark to a flame a flame to a fire
A fire to a blaze I'm burnin all you liars

Never takin shorts 'cause
Brooklyn's the borough-"Guru"
Pe-Pe-Pe-Peace out to Brooklyn!

Brooklyn! (Br-Br-Br-Brooklyn) EAST NEW YORK!
(go brooklyn! go brooklyn! go
BROOKLYN! GO BROOKLYN! -"Stetsasonic")
TONY TOUCH WHATTUP NIGGA?! (Br-Brooklyn)

I'm the bad guy in the
Movie that keep comin back (JASON)
The kid that can't die no
Matter where I get clapped
I never back down from no man (NEVER)
And mami when you go down, don't use no hands
Look my semi automatic fully loaded
Emptyin the informant face then reloadin
(bang) shorty can't give me head or she
Ain't 'gon deep throat it (NAH)
I'm the realest rapper that ever touched the
Mic and the streets know it (YA HEARD)
I break a DJ arm if he don't play my shit
I'm the kid when you was young your
Mom would want me to play with
They use to call me mischievous
I never was a follower
I'm the example of what a leader is (YEAH)
I'm in the game for real my nigga
I don't know how they walk (FOR REAL)
You gotta cop a brick and better
We don't do 8 balls (we don't do that)
You gotta hustle harder
They can't see me yet (NAH)
I don't see 'em like Stevie Wonder
Ain't see his kids yet