Hello Brooklyn...
New York New York it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
Cause being as fly as me is something you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question you will get your answer
Her breast I saw I reached I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit
You know why
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick trick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn *just to watch him die*
Take P.C.P.
