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[Intro: O.C. (M.O.P shouting)]
(Bass) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(My n*ggas) What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck
(Firing Squad, n*gga) Ha, uh, yeah, ha
What, what, my M.O.P. Click (My motherf*cking M.O.P n*gga)
(For Life) Them n*ggas deep, what the deal, yeah (For Life)
O.C. n*gga, coming for real, what (O.C.)
Uh, yeah
Check this sh*t out

[Verse 1: O.C]
Now check this motherf*cking combo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH
O.C. come together like a Glock and a clip
We won't jam when it's time to blast!
b*tch n*ggas on wax, we 'bout to get in yo' ass
We done played the background for too long
All my new sh*t, I'm namin' names, f*ck it, it's on
I'm takin' it back to some Brooklyn sh*t, with this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin' for some n*ggas to hit
And if you that rapper who think it can't happen to you
You might end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't playin' no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, n*gga, this means (WAR!)
Yo, f*ck that, Crooklyn's on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hold y'all n*ggas down for whatever
With mics or with the guns when it's time to shoot
To Crooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)
[Chorus]
Flatbush
Crown Heights
"Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville (Firing Squad)
Bed-Stuy
"Thought I'd remind y'all"
Bushwick *cut and scratched*
C.I.- *cut and scratched* "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Fort Greene *cut and scratched*
--East New York
"Thought I'd remind y'all"

[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
I used to roll up, this is a holdup, MAKE 'em fold up
Come up out your clothes and get your whole sh*t swole up
This game ain't changed 'cause I became a rapper dude
I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clap a dude
(Try to act rude) Play the mascot
With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
Mad shots to the body, I'm keeping it real
That cartoon-ass-n*gga thought he was King of the Hill
That whole sh*t was animation, imitation
But I shipped that ass on out, like immigration
Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights in the LAST GENERATION
You're facin', M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin' this track with O.C
n*ggas know we, hold this sh*t down for Brooklyn, n*gga!
Where guns spark and leave them things smokin', n*gga!
[Chorus]
Flatbush
Crown Heights
"Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville
(Firing Squad, n*gga) "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Bushwick
C.I
"Thought I'd remind y'all"
Fort Greene
--East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
BANG, BANG! Right upside your head
Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(Clack, clack!) You guys got fat while we were gone
So the diamonds that in Rolex watches rocking, take it off
Put the rest of that sh*t in the bag
I would tear your ass to pieces, so do please don't make me mad
(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny
I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
(Who that?) Berkowitz, soldier, I'm ill
I told ya, I'm real!
And I've been doing a devil danly
Every whispers from my tears is sayin' (Daddy, don't fail me)
Although the work that I done in my front may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that n*ggas refuse to believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) So I keep weepin'
(At 24-years old) My only goal is to keep breathin'
[Outro]
Brooklyn
"Thought I'd remind y'all"