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Brooklyn Freestyle

by Young M.A

on The Young Brooklyn Project [Deluxe Edition] (2015)

(intro)
Aahh man, the squad is here
RedLyfe Paingang, you already know
Im happy everybody did they Chiraq
Now the squad boutta get on this shit
And straight MURDER EVERYTHING
BROOKLYN STYLE, YOU ALREADY KNOW NIGGA
Its Young M.A, remember that nigga!

Uhh

My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners
We hold hammers
Betta duck when that gun flash
No cameras

No jammin' my gun blammin'
Ya bullets flying but not landing
Got dammit my hands crampin
This big cannon do big damage

Heat on my side, my hip tannin
My nigga Dang keep the grip ___?
They shot my nigga like 5 times
But he still alive, and he still standing

B.I.P to my big bro
From 88' to 09'
I swear to God itll be problems
If that nigga was still alive

Tell these niggas dont fuck with me
Im not in the right state of mind
Put the desert eagle to his forehead
Make the nigga have a change of mind

Stop talking that tuff shit
Cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that
Heard niggas out here rattin' so
I had to set up my mouse traps

Blow a stack then i bounce back
Hit me up for that loud pack
Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush
Got white widow, whole pound of that

Fuck a squad im three deep
You got 10 niggas, thats 10 sheep
Plus these pussy niggas dont want beef
Cause they all chicken, 10 piece

Im in crown heights, im in bedstuy
Im in brownsville, im in C.I
Im in East New York where them thangs bark
If a nigga die we dont talk

Shhh..

Thats brooklyn nigga
Them tech 9s a' cook a nigga
Turn his brains into pudding nigga
Im not a killer but dont push a nigga

I swear to god i will pull it nigga
Middle finger to them looking niggas
You say you got shooters in the bush
Well i got shooters in them bushes nigga

Never ever been the pussy type
But i know alot of pussy dykes
Ya shit trash, you can't rap
And the engineer shouldve took ya mic

You ain't a thug you the mushy type
Fall in love and be hooked for life
You the type thatll kill ya bitch if she tried to leave
And get booked for life

Im really a calm nigga
But the niggas round me is really rowdy
Im the type if ion fuck with you
Dont come near me dont come around me

This loud pak that we smoking on
Got the whole car looking really cloudy
Im ridin round in that white chevy
But my next whip is that black audi

Skkrrrr!

Its Brooklyn nigga
Thats Kings County
Niggas here dont know a thing about me
Only real niggas i bring around me

Fuck ya foreigns i rock jordans
With a tank top and a jesus piece
All that flashy shit you niggas wearing
Dont mean shit to me

I got young boys that'll rob you
For ya ACs and credit cards to
With that 380 it ain't hard to
Cooperate or they sparkin you
I was born alone
Ima die alone fuck friends I don't need any
I love money, I get money , I got money and I got plenty

Mr Hayes when they let you out
I'm right there with them weapons out
You a fake blood a disloyal nigga and they gone Have to bring them stretchers
Cuz I'm not playing
20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga
You killed my brother now you rest nigga
Naw fuck that I got more to say
I know these hoes ain't loyal
Muhfucka I wasn't born today
Fuck M.O.B I'm M.O.E
I'm just Tryna grind and duck the Ds
I told niggas I don't gang bang but for my bro
I throw up the Bs
Pain Gang, RedLyfe
Don't fuck with them and don't fuck with me
This is Brooklyn nigga what the fuck you mean!