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Yeah, yeah Shit I seen and eh With the figure S, nigga Cop killa I smoke backwoods and dutchies The extra dusty young fly motherfucker Oh my god it must be Triple-K cutter Brooklyn life-and-deather Cross me, be the first and last like alpha and omega So, what's the dilemma hon'? Niggas with hella guns Residence medieval so watch my umbrella, uh Bright like canella with statemends like Mandela, uh Stank-face still stainless, it's whatever bruh Think and lead a coffin right there We headin' AWOL My getaway, it's that stick shift call it 8 ball Hopped in the hot seat I'm drunk nigga Leave you slump nigga Don't get dumb nigga I know it's time for change so we snatch quicker Not measly shit I seen as a little figure I dare some To try to flash clothes and fair guns Letras de cancionesBecause where I'm from for amusement shoot the fair one The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! I said nowadays Brooklyn ain't the same And life's a scam and I'd rather be paid Credit card by that fuckin' BOA But if you want a couple stacks than you're going to Chase If you play your cards right than you're heading the fast way And them niggas in the clash just fillin' up plates So I just keep on, reachin', lying to my teachers With the hammer pants, I keep security cards in my sneakers I'm heading for the trust funds, bonds, and planned speeches All I ever knew was a ATF procedure Transaction, gotta eat Serving all the status No fan could catch me that BMW fashioned Black tinted, Mac 10 Oh yes the bitches Circle round scan them pockets for the double digits And these things around me make my wants money, bitches But my conscious told me just look back and listen The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! The mind of a Brooklyn nigga Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn Brooklyn's in the house! Now I ain't gonna tell your fuckin' ass you owe me motherfuckin' money! Now strip motherfucker strip! Strip! Come on. Now everybody know that money is the root of all evil. I'll show y'all how the loot work From Letras Mania