will have to get over it cause there is nothing else to do These are all the things I've been through since yesterday Oh well I've got nothing left to hide from
I will have to get over it cause there is nothing else to do These are all the things I've been through since yesterday Oh well I've got nothing left to hide from
feel like there was no more hope-is when hope presented it self. And just like that my life changed. Man, so I guess tomorrow really did come. Yeah, tomorrow
use to play the hall up fifth floor me And my boys we all poor getting high I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from
Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin
I- Brooklyn New York Brooklyn New York Get ready Doctor Williams will be in Brooklyn New York Tomorrow evenin' Monday evenin' 6 pm until 8 pm I'm talkin
Check my resume, look back at my past to this present day Always been a pirate who been tryna find what treasure lay Castle on the hill, far from where
number one fan Of the refugees down from the islands Driving the Bentleys with her pretty pretty friends Sippin' colada every day is a weekend Heard your name was Pras outta Brooklyn
, life or death What would you choose? If you had a choice Hold your latex, from nuns I take Play chess, with the devil from the sky Like rain shells
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby, what? From New York to L.A., from Chile to Greece From New Ghandi to your momma We gives absolutely no fucks
{1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty? Yeah whattup man I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man I'm tryin' to lock
the Brand New, the Heavies (Wake up) The Masta, the Ace and the Brand New, the Heavies If this was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro' Black kid from Brooklyn
bring you In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds And I came to spread love to the west coast heads Love letters to Brooklyn from the
the backseat Under the bridge on the Brooklyn side Smoking cigarettes in the afterglow Taking bets that the sun won't rise She said, "What good is tomorrow
car tomorrow It's them lame chicks that fuck it up for us Runnin' around the club being a bag of darts A bonafide child I got years in this Holding down fort, real Brooklyn
by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow 'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
as the sun goes down Little kids playin' in the park downtown Soon they'll be all gone as the sun goes down And rises over Brooklyn bridge tomorrow
prepare for war Yo the war's wit everything outside your door It's a rude awakening but it's more in store When I walk through Brooklyn, people show
