Brooklyn Boyz (feat. Rockness Monsta, Ruste Juxx, Streetmatic & Ray Loot)

We them Brooklyn boys, we know where you stay at (Ah Ha)
Brooklyn boys, we know where you lay at (Ah Ha, Ah Ha)
Brooklyn with that X-Town grind
It's that old school, new school, sound in its prime

(Ruste Juxx)
This is Crown Heights talking
Opps from the past, they ain't still around walking
Six feet underground, in a coffin
Forty-four Bulldog, still barking
Chalking your body, then you're bagged and zipped up
Placed in a morgue, toe-tagged and clipped up
My aim precise, I launch and lift
So provoke and get smoked, like a ganja spliff
Clappin' crackers, whether Karen or Ken
Sixteen slugs, I be airing the pen
Droppin' a gem, givin' you jewels for your appraisal
Cut you open from your neck to your navel (Damn)
So be grateful, you sparred with a warrior
Bagged queens from Flushing to Astoria (BRTTT)
Rusty Juxx spit ammo
So we could either go Rocky or Rambo

Yo (Streetmatic)
I was livin' a thug life like Tupac
Some niggas say I got the juice, like Q on the rooftop
My whole crew's hotter than a prostitute on New Lots
Your crew not
Y'all sang to the cops like a jukebox
I'm too hot, I rap different, I trap different, my swag different
I mac different, relax pimpin
I be reminiscing way back, when I was yak sipping
Two dimes at the same time, when I was jacked, tripping
R.I.P. Hass, your big bro's still a goat
I'm fly like an eagle, plus I'm wavier than most folks
But these bars I provide be so dope
Cause Streetmatic go hard, and praise god, like the Pope
Great with the grammar
In the booth, straight go bananas
Erasing these amateurs, no case, no face on the camera
Hate, cause you garbage, you wack rappers basically average
We're faithfully savage
Streetmatic, Ray Loot and Ravage

Yo, it's been a whole lot of backstabbing
Holes in the back, hoes on their backs
Took a shot of Jack in the booth, said I'm back (Ray Loot)
Niggaz capping when they rappin
Acting like they're the captain of clapping
Lights, camera action, I'm dragging them in this fashion
Hard to fathom my status, I belong in a palace
Smashing an Ice Spice look alike, smoking a chalice (You Wilding)
A bad marriage, would have you living like a savage
Late night, bagged a scavenger, department store manager
Gas station pills, stamina, caught on camera
Heard I got fans in Amsterdam and even Canada
You know how Banner get, when the gamma hit
Heard your man was dissing Foster Sin, then he heard the hammer click
Respect the architect, or get sparks up on your neck
Then, probably catch a charge, of bodily harming the innocent
Approaching any crook
With a Rusty Juxx
Matic and Ray Rav
Said we don't need a hook

Yo, the one to play with, I'm the last one, it's Rav-mond (Ray Rav)
Your glass jaw breaks, if you play with my passion
I'm from a place where they stack ones and pack guns
Pockets on a diet, but they could roll a fat one
Went to school in the zoo, seen cats turn snake and rat
I know a demon who could get Satan clapped
The youngest in charge, got 'em catching vapors, like he make the raps
Think somebody better, you must be high off K2, laced with crack
It's him, the only one, I'm simply stating that
Dancing with death, I had too many dates with that
MILFs in my DM, 'cause the way I break them backs
But when I'm done with shorty, you could take her back
Now I got 'em all seasick
Cause they know I'ma be rich, get a Benzo
Put your hoe in the back, to hide her (Tejada)
Like Monet, and Lorenzo
Then, Ghost her
Every verse, unrehearsed
In the Brook, I put in work
From Cozine to Church

We them Brooklyn boys, we know where you stay at (Ah Ha)
Have my hitter slide through, where you lay at
Brooklyn boys
We the, we them Brooklyn boys
(Brooklyn keeps on takin' it)

We them Brooklyn boys, we know where you stay at