Brooklyn Battery Tunnel (Remix, Pt. 1)

Dready Beats, baby

Y'all gon' learn

Crown Heights, Bushwick, Red Hook, Brownsville

Never ran, never will

Give it up, stick 'em up, hit 'em up, lift 'em up off the ground

Get the gun, it's about to be a different run

Rolls-Royce the bigger one, Cuban on the bigger one

We are in two different leagues and you cannot get this one

Flatbush, East New York, gon' have to leave by dawn

Brownsville they be wildin', walk you down in Coney Island

Got love for the Stuy, the home of the King Notorious, do or die

It's all Brooklyn, nigga! Ain't no mistakin'

East Flatbush, bitch, Brooklyn keeps on takin' it

Big up to every borough, but y'all know how we shake 'em

Shit, shot bust like it's nothin', make niggas wake up shit

For Clinton, Bed-Stuy, Brownsville, Coney Island

Vanderbilt, Bushwick, East New York, y'all be wildin'

Crown Heights, Canarsie, Wyckoff, and Parsley

Had the fiends lined up around the block on the corner pharmacy

Our city ain't safest, I'm talkin' one of the most gritty, rare places

Let 'em know, projects with the pissy staircases

We spittin' in faces to this blicky here, age is a fact

Y'all was outside playin' the whole summer

My life went from a number-hole to a whole number

Y'all was tryin' to roast somethin', I was tryin' to fold somethin'

Now when I touch these streets, oh, it's a homecomin'

Give it up, stick 'em up, get 'em for the bread

Line 'em up, tie 'em up, spin off in the Benz

One gun, two gun, three gun, four

Yours, mine, it's all about crown

Brooklyn!

Brooklyn!

Brooklyn!

Brooklyn!

Salute the BK Gudda, Air Jordan 7 Retros

The gray color, buck 50 Frankenstein' stitches, give her the face cutter

The Lavonia Avenue mother, Gaston, Blake, Sutter

Smith & Wesson, dawn-dawn with the West like Ye mother

I'm the best rapper alive, homie, I ain't stutter

I ain't hide since BlackBerrys, I had the same number

My bank account balance look like a license plate number