Walking fist closed -
Eyes peeled for foes
Give me your gold
Jacking your clothes
With or without the holes
That's Brooklyn
No body knows
Go ahead and believe what you were told
Cause like a movie you've been sold
Both ways the street are crossed
Along with the Pimps, Hustlers, and Hoe's
Sharp blades broken bottles
Direct blows bloody noses as a result
Of you trying to be bold
Your grip is female
less than that of a man's hold
this is a man's world
dirty gritty and cold
and that's my mold, since the days of old
back in the 80's I remember
only a selected were chose
to hit those that needed
To Be Got
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