I'm from Crown Heights where we don't hesitate to squeeze the glocks...
we buy weed from cops...
when we break in peoplez housez we don't need no keys for locks...
too fast to show off ya steez..get shot...
anyone can get it whether an mc or not...
everybody totes gunz...even the broke onez...
if you say you ain't packin'...then you a joke son...
we cook crack in the kitchen...but we also need our triggaz to bake...
there don't need to be an earthquake in Brooklyn for you to get some niggaz to shake...
of you bust ya trigga too late...then you'll end up layin' 6 feet deep in the ground...
sleepin' so sound...cause we be creepin' with an amount of heat that'z profound...
fuck closin' up shop...I buy all my clothes from the block...
see Lo Life'z walkin' around with Polo on they socks...
I don't shake handz with the enemy...get to close and get shot...
I roll with niggaz that rock enough ice to leave you froze in ya spot...
we pack dirty shanks to get faggot niggaz hittin' the floor...
shook niggaz shit in they drawerz cause they know what the Hudson River is for...
sharpshootaz that rap will simutaneously shoot at ya ass...
do it and laugh...on the Grimey streets of Utica Av...muthafucka

Hook:
we live the life of the broke and heartless...
we hope to start shit...
leave cats dead wearing soakin' garments...
for spoken garbage...
ya just a frozen carcass layin' dead in the street...
we won't hesitate to rip off ya fuckin' head in ya sleep...(2x)

I don't care where the beef endz...here it beginz...
a buck 50 ain't change...it's when we slice you from ya ear to ya chin...
fear is pretend...that meanz that those who possess it are fake...
fly chicks who don't like dick either gotta be molested or raped...
I'm settin' it straight...for any rookie that tries to run on my block...
I don't run from the cops...instead I pull out the fuckin' gun from my crotch...
when you alone on the block...thet just meanz that there'z one less of you to devour...
go to a street corner cypher and get sonned till there'z only a residue of a coward...
only drug dealerz drive by in fly whips with they rimz shown...
the rest of us take the subway while talkin' on Sprint phonez...
the lifestylez of the broke and heartless we smoke weed, drink booze and rob...
if ya crew don't fall apart and kill you...the public housing will do the job...hook(2X)