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Gang Starr - Full Clip 03:45
Gang Starr - Full Clip 79 izlenme - 2 yıl önce Dj Premier ve Rahmetli Guru nun oluşturduğu, hip hop dünyasının en bilinen ve şok etkisi yaratmış gruplarından birisi olan Gang Starr ın efsane şarkısı. Dj Premier altyapıları hazırlar, Guru da vokallerle eşlik ederdi. Guru yanlış hatırlamıyorsam 2010 senesinde hayata veda etti. Dj Premier hala kendi alanında en iyisi ve hala Gang Starr esintileri taşıyan işler yapıyor bana göre. Şarkının altyapısı çoğu freestyle turnuvalarında kullanılmıştır. Gang Starr ın çoğu şarkısı gibi, akılda kalıcı ritimlere sahiptir. Full Clip. Şarkı Sözleri (lyrics): Big L rest in peace do you wanna mess with this One of the best yet we've got it you can feel the realness in this business of rep go ahead VERSE 1: Fresh out the gate again Time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again Ya'll cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G, to the starr son Haters, took this shit too far son So thats all for you I'm wipin out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics that shatter your schemes The badder you seem the more lies you tell The more lies you sell not by surprise you fell Into my death trap right into my clutches Stupid, you know the god must bless every single mic he touches I've suffered just so i can return harder Wanna be the shit starter fuck around make you martyr I'll make you famous, turn around and make you nameless Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it, and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes will chase a fake nigga down soon as i spot one CHORUS: Full clip, do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this Gang Starr, one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, so i suggest you take a rest VERSE 2: So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray Learn that if you come against me son your gonna have to pray Since, back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up They wanna see the god cacth an L, its all a set up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggas so jealous and lookin sour over me I'm bolder G I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you, impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully loaded to your one Plus I aint gonna quit spittin, nigga til your done Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits, that'll live forever Catchin rep off my name, your bound to fry Know how many niggers that I know, thats down to die We never fail and we aint never been frail You niggas talk crime, but your scared of jail CHROUS VERSE 3: Attackin like a slick apache Lyrics are trigger happy Blowin back your wig piece just for the way you lookin at me Cock back, blow I hit you up right now I dunno why so many yall wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consiquence, of your childish nonsense I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metophorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gased that ass and then ignite ya The flamethrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times i told ya, play your position small soldier My heart is colder, makes me want to resort to violence Stop beatin me in the head son, nah I'm not buyin it I'm ready to blast, ready surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yea, and ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady, with a tight grip So watch your dome already cause this one might hit CHORUS
PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9 01:34
PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" 81 izlenme - 2 yıl önce PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" (Video Klip 2014) Şarkı Sözleri (lyrics): [Intro] (It's that "whoop! whoop!") I like this one Just let it go Preem [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Z06 'vette, gripping feeling almost there Listening to Bon Jovi, rolling 'Living on a Prayer' Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live I value relationships, still I keep it competitive Nowadays chances are that if you see me throw the match It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burning bridge I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact That if you with your ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it Living life with no balance, driving drunk on co-pilot Driving 'till I total it I'm trying to stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha If you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion either If you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ [Hook: Royce da 5'9" & (Samples)] (I can't control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts) (Hustle hard in any hustle that you pick) (I respect that) I done had a lot of niggas say they wanna hurt me Somehow, some way they just end up in my mercy Just show some courtesy (Hell yeah, nigga you know, niggas still got it) (Believe that shit) [Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] I got killas 'round the way ready to move that work for me Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio? And you can take the cassette deck from off your old boombox And it wouldn't matter It still squares on your radio to keep your Wealth I learned to stay to yo - self I call for Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts Of me spray painting a mural of Miracle Watts Shoutout to Michael 5000 Watts I'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryna box Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh Meaning you getting the laze dot to your offspring I'm a lost being, uh Try to cross me without falling off, I'm afraid not I'm a frayed knot like a draw string I'm preaching to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff If you can imagine Me hopping up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard Like fuck it, leave the top off like time for foreplay That last line that was before ya time Like Big Ben sitting in Beyoncé doorway While I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway Listening to rappers kick knowledge That they probably got from Toure' These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claiming they king Not knowing the kind of drama that that bring Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to gatling My next album gon be so dark and so fly I should CD package it wrapped in batwings The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestling Dressed bottom to top in leather looking like bacon in Vaseline How you looking like beef jerky, beefing in every verse But never beefing in person? Randy Savage You wouldn't snap a slim Jim You wouldn't rip a wrapping on Christmas in Santa's attic With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't you average? Put your motherfucking hands up My job is to move the crowd, move the motherfucking crowd Put your motherfucking hands up [Outro: (Samples)] (DJ Wonder, ya heard? DJ Wonder, ya heard?) (I respect that)
Torii Wolf Shadows Crawl ft DJ Premier 02:38
Torii Wolf Shadows Crawl ft DJ Premier 13 izlenme - 5 ay önce (Y'all feel it?) [Chorus] Talking in my sleep Where my shadows crawl out of me With a blind eye and my mouth wide Talking in my sleep (Y'all feel it?) [Verse 1] Let the blinds fall And the night is young Unlock my vault Full of secrets left unsung I fall deep With you next to me With my eyes closed But my mouth goes (Y'all feel it?) [Chorus] Talking in my sleep Where my shadows crawl out of me With a blind eye and my mouth wide Talking in my sleep (Y'all feel it?) [Verse 2] I tell you I love you And I try and stay true But when I sleep talk you baby You find out what I do (Y'all feel it?) [Chorus] Darling I'm talking in my sleep When my shadows crawl out of me With my blind eye And my mouth wide I'm talking in my sleep (Y'all feel it?) I'm talking in my sleep (Y'all feel it?)
PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 59 01:33
PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 59 44 izlenme - 2 yıl önce PRhyme - Courtesy ft. DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" (Video Klip 2014) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics) : (Intro) Wonder, wonder, wonder Yo, where the otha one at? It's that whoop! whooooop I like this one Just let it go PRhyme (Verse: Royce da 5'9") ZL6 'vette, grippin' feelin' almost there Listenin' to Bon Jovi, rollin' Living on a Prayer Privy to the gossip, that's what's said about me constant It's the life and times of Bumpy Johnson meets Nucky Thompson I used to rap about death, now I'm only concerned to live I value relationships, still I keep it competitive Nowadays chances are that if ya see me throw the match It ain't to lose the fight, it's to walk away from a burnin' bridge I'm from a family of alcoholics and coke addicts Daddy taught me if the ass is so fat it's a fact That if ya with yo ho, don't matter it's still appropriate to scope at it Livin' life with no balance, drivin' drunk on co-pilot Drivin' untill I total it I'm tryna stay afloat, but I got nobody to throw a rope at it The game is just a game of splits and politics with no ballot All kind of clips with mo' malice than Pusha If ya profilin', it's probably be more violence than lookin' I'm so stylish, but I ain't talkin' eBay, no high end fashion either If ya catch me by the runway it's the one that's fo' the PJ This one is fo' my lyricists, courtesy of my deejay (Hook) (I can't control it, can't hol' it, it's so nuts) (Hustle hard in any hustle that ya pick) (I respect that) I done had a lot of niggas say they want to hurt me Somehow, sum' way they just end up in my mercy Just show sum' courtesy (Hell yeah, nigga ya know, niggas still got it) (Believe that shit) (Verse 2: Royce da 5'9") I got killers 'round the way ready to move that work fo' me [Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/prhyme/{album._path_title}/courtesy.html] Niggas wanna ride my wave, bitches wanna surfboard me All I want is courtesy, who cares about the radio? And ya can take the cassette deck from off yo ol' boombox And it wouldn't matter It still squares on yo radio to keep yo wealth I learned to stay to yo, self I call fo' Shantelle to spray paint a mural in Watts Of me spray paintin' a mural of miracle Watts Shoutout to Michael five thousand Watts I'm on than lean movement like I'm out here tryin' to box Look, nigga, this is a boss thing, uh Meanin' ya gettin' the laze dot to yo offspring I'm a lost bein', uh Try to cross me without fallin' off, I'm afraid not I'm a frayed knot like a draw string I'm preachin' to the congregation like I'm Peter Popoff If ya can imagine Me hoppin' up out of the cabin like I'm one of the dukes of hazard Like fuck it, leave the top off like time fo' foreplay That last line that was befo' ya time Like Big Ben sittin' in Beyonce doorway While I'm receiving Four Seasons, Norwegian top in Norway Listenin' to rappers kick knowledge That they probably got from Torae These Michael Eric Dyson niggas claimin' they king Not knowin' the kind of drama that that bring Imma be the first established rapper to hop in that battle rap ring Turn that to ? My next album gon be so dark and so fly I should CD package it wrapped in bat wings The Soultrain music awards actors rock fake as wrestlin' Dressed bottom to top in leather lookin' like bacon in Vaseline How ya lookin' like beef jerky, beefin' in erry verse But neva beefin' in person? Randy Savage Ya wouldn't snap a slim Jim Ya wouldn't rip a wrappin' on Christmas in Santa's attic With the hands of Eddie Scissors, ain't ya average? Put yo muthafuckin' hands up My job is to move the crowd, move the muthafuckin' crowd Put yo muthafuckin' hands up (Outro) Deejay Wonder, ya heard? Deejay Wonder, ya heard? I respect that
Ryan Bowers & DJ Premier - The Premier 02:53
Ryan Bowers & DJ Premier - The Premier 44 izlenme - 2 yıl önce Ryan Bowers & DJ Premier - "The Premier" (Video Klip 2015) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Intro: Scratches] "We should examine carefully" "We interrupt this record to bring you a special bulletin" [Verse: Ryan Bowers] The other day I thought about jumping from Sunset Cliffs Head first, splat!! Good night kids Shout out to all the fucking drugs that provide my stress Try to save up to get this tumor off my chest My dad just had surgery while I was at tour Grateful to have a dad, some don't when they're born I wonder what the fuck am I working so hard for So I can pull up, nice car and bad broad With fake tits and ass shots and silicon scars Big lips but in ten years they'll be deformed? No! Fuck these hoes and fuck that shiny shit Trying to build a dynasty and enterprise up off the rhyming shit Get a mind of a mad scientist [?] to devise A plan to spray my name on the side of Obama's crib Just to make a mark, you know to make it stick If you think I'm corny cause I'm friends with Nick then suck a dick I been through more shit than a sewage pipe Me and moms used to have to find a place to sleep at night Either in the motel room or the car At least we had a car, look at the bright side of the dark I been gone so long, got no friends anymore My love life so weak, probably marry my skateboard Thinking 'bout death on the daily but can you blame me? Eighty days on the road can make anybody go crazy My mind fucked, working to find bucks Nice rims on the car but I can't gas this bitch up That's the rap life, no I don't fake Only day I take a bitch from is noodles at my place Top ramen and a beer, call it wine and dining She let me fuck and bust a nut and I just stop trying Well damn, at least I got mine That's the best 30 seconds of your life girl, stop lying That's why I'm focused on the grip Cause you can't buy time but you can buy a bitch That's the realness, it's all about the ends Mouthpiece and the beers can take you girlfriend Real shit, especially a tour bus This shit is like a pussy getting shortcut Your stuck on buying drinks and getting juiced up I can guarantee my life is more fun Seen the chick suck four dicks in one visit Then get off the bus for her boyfriend and they started kissing That's some shit, losing my mind But I plan to be around for a real long time You bitch [Outro: Scratches] "Maybe you can learning something" "Maybe you can learning something" "That's how the game goes" "That's what I'm about" "That's how the game goes" "That's what I'm about" "That's how the game goes" "That's what I'm about" "That's how the game goes" "That's what I'm about" "That's how the game goes" "That's what I'm about" __________________________________________ Tüm müzik videoları yüksek ses ve görüntü kalitesinde izlesene.com'da! Ryan Bowers & DJ Premier "The Premier" (Official Music Video) The official release of Ryan Bowers latest music video "The Premier" which is produced by DJ Premier. Directed by Luke Emmett (@shotbyluke).
Reks - Say Goodnight 03:53
Reks - Say Goodnight 38 izlenme - 1 yıl önce Reks adlı rapper'ın produktörlüğünü Dj Premier'in üstlendiği,mutlaka dinlenmesi gereken rap şarkılarından biridir.Dj Premier'i bilirsiniz hangi altyapıya dokunsa efsane oluyor. Bu arada albümü de Showoff/Brick Records ortak yapımı.
PRhyme - You Should Know ft. Dwele, DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9 04:21
PRhyme - You Should Know ft. Dwele, DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" 50 izlenme - 2 yıl önce PRhyme ft. Dwele, DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" - You Should Know (Video Klip 2015) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Intro] Rock, rock, rock on Rock, rock, rock on I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not Can I prove it? Yes Why no more days like those? [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Allow me to put some sense on you coons Too much success, um, here comes your doom They told you niggas the sky's the limit Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won And they keep your masters, your kids become bastards Having to ask executives for their daddy records Sounding like Blind Mellow Jelly son Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real iconic And you can throw me in a cell, I got it I go to jail bout eight, go "oh well" then post bail bout nine-ish I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it Then tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it These rap niggas bugged out like divas They drugged out thugged out receivers I meet them at their stash place, heat them Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away from me Or get their mug shot like Bieber I catch him at the bus stop while he reading This .45 will give him the same hollow Lux got I represent the must haves and whatnots Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots [Chorus: Dwele] You should know (But you don't really want nothing) You should know (Talk a bunch of shit, motherfucker stop fronting) You should know (So what you saying yo? Keep playing y'all niggas will burn) You should know (Fuck the whole world) [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] Freedom or jail, clips inserted A baby's being born, same time a man is murdered The beginning and end You on a block playing killer with your knife Without a gun you're an option Be cut out for the game Or they're gon play rock, paper, scissors with your life I'm usually more spiritual at night Cause murder's in the air more like a Pippen Nike Whipping white, the white American kryptonite Living a scripted life, a different kick, a different type Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night In the morning go home to my wife, before she try and sell my shit Ninety nine percent sure that she gon' try and smell my dick Thirsty niggas is praying to hell I slip The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to cities City after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties [Chorus] [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] (Pick it up) I don't know why y'all so highly regarded You rhyme like you're borderline mildly retarded I show you what my father done started I rhyme on a god level, the godliest artist Y'all follow artists who target their audience But not me, I target the artist, follow the target Holding a strap, pointing it at sinners And that's when I tell them like Kobe to Shaq You lazy and I'm tired of your jogging Shoot at their feet till the dance start I'm going H.A.M. in the slaughterhouse Fuck you and your damn charts And your crowd participation I'm putting a land mine under your stage Had his place raining fan parts And called that shit crowd precipitation I'm more premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother I came out of my momma's womb with a box cutter Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the birth of Slim None of these rappers can work with me, I work with them [Chorus] [Outro] On the vocals You have Detroit's own Dwele Providing the instruments We have The incomparable Adrian Younge And on the wheels of steel DJ Premier Yeah (I say, and I'll say it again I'm not the kind of person who come here to say what you like) __________________________________________ Tüm müzik videoları yüksek ses ve görüntü kalitesinde izlesene.com'da! PRhyme - You Should Know ft. Dwele, DJ Premier, Royce Da 5'9" PRhyme is Royce Da 5'9" and DJ Premier
Nas - It Ain't Hard To Tell (1994) 03:06
Nas - It Ain't Hard To Tell (1994) 47 izlenme - 2 yıl önce 1973 Queens New York doğumlu Amerikalı Mc, aktör, söz yazarı ve besteci Nas'ın 1994 tarihli ilk albümü Illmatic'in 10. şarkısı; prodüktörlüğü Large Professor tarafından yapılmış "It Ain't Hard to Tell" sizlerle efendim. İyi dinlemeler. ve o efsane verse'i yazmadan da bırakmayayım; Şarkı Sözleri: The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic, I freak beats slam it like Iron Sheik Jam like a tech with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me I leave em froze like her-on in your nose Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell
Gang Starr - Just To Get A Rep (1991) 03:34
Gang Starr - Just To Get A Rep (1991) 24 izlenme - 1 yıl önce 1985'te Boston'da Keith Edward Elam (GURU) tarafından kurulan grup Mike Dee, Donald D, J.V. Johnson gibi Dj/prodüktörleri içeriyordu. 1987 ve 1988 yıllarında yayınladıkları single'larda bekledikleri başarıyı yakalayamayınca grup 1989'da dağıldı. Gang Starr adı altında kalan tek üye Guru oldu. Aynı yıl içinde Guru Dj Premier ile tanıştı; Dj Premier'in ona gönderdiği beat tape'i beğendi ve birlikte Gang Starr'ı yeniden oluşturdular. Bu şekilde kariyerine devam eden ikilinin 1991 tarihli "Step In The Arena" isimli albümünden Just to get a rep şarkısı sizlerle efendim. iyi dinlemeler.
Classified - Filthy (feat. DJ Premier)  03:52
Classified - Filthy (feat. DJ Premier) 12 izlenme - 1 yıl önce Classified - Filthy (feat. DJ Premier) (Yepyeni Video Klip) 2015 Tüm müzik videoları yüksek ses ve görüntü kalitesinde izlesene.com'da! En Yeni Şarkılar ve Klipler İçin Lütfen Abone Olunuz : www.izlesene.com/nefer26medya Classified - Filthy (feat. DJ Premier) [Official Video] Directed by Harv - 235 Films Pre-order Classified's new album "Greatful" (January 15, 2016) and receive Filthy instantly!
Crooklyn Dodgers  - Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers (1995) 04:12
Crooklyn Dodgers - Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers (1995) 16 izlenme - 2 yıl önce İlk Crooklyn Dodgers grubundan sonra kurulan Chubb Rock, O.C., Jeru The Damaja'dan oluşan ikinci grubun 1995 tarihli prodüktörlüğü DJ Premier tarafından yapılmış single'ları "Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers" sizlerle efendim. iyi dinlemeler. Şarkı Sözleri (lyrics): Hehehe, yeah Now clock, kids, who got the cocaine? Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train The meta-force it I put my brain to my jaw It comes from other places, not the tinted faces Journalistic values are yellow and then of course falters You watch Channel Zero with that BITCH Barbara Walters She'll have you believe black invented crack When President Lyndon had the formula way back in sixty-three with Kennedy, yes the double cross Remember that's when they blew his fucking head off! Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pests Nixon bombs, here attached No picket fence, no job, no Hazel in the car Blue collar turns to bourgeoise Depressed in your chest, Demarol for sess Low dough, crack in veils much less White he can sell on the corners of Bushwick White he can sell on the corners of Flatbush Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy Pass the torch to that nigga guy So just DIE, nigga, DIE, nigga You're too black, you're can't handle you're too strong get high, fly clock next boost ya steal In ninety-five we take back Ebbets Field... [Buckshot Shorty:] "Let's take a sec to think back..." [Verse Two: O.C.] Crooklyn, travelin distance to party Crooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly You don't know, you better ask somebody Crack filled streets since eighty-five the beast gettin paid to not bust, hookers drawers got crushed Claps clappin regular, hardcore niggaz with fat gold chains, on the corner maintainin Gold teeth flashin, stick-up kids play in the front of Latin Quarters, keep home your daughters Cause if bullets fly, watch the flamin Ignorant ducks are shootin wildin, they're not aimin one needs ta, gotta think about it, what a pity Five people died in front of, Skate City Senseless back then you was ill if you had a gun People dashin flashin, damn no fun On the square you couldn't shop too much cause Fort Greene would hem ya wreck the fuck on up You had Do or Die, East New York, mad hell Fellaz cuttin school troopin to all go Maxwell So many memories I can't manifest Yo 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless... Yo we representin [Special Ed:] "Crazy ass Crooklyn kids [Buckshot:] "represent to Brooklyn all night" "Crazy ass Crooklyn kids" [Masta Ase:] "because it is, survival of the fittest" [x2] [Verse Three: Jeru the Damaja] Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition We keeps it hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain Trife type chicks Top Billin's, the anthem Rastas smoke marijuana Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips Clips whatever happend to 38 special Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue Probably the same one that killed Noriega Chips that powered nuclear bombs, power my Sega Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism leaves most niggaz dead or in prison In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand to spite the hand, jealous of the next man So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot Make money money, get money take money I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me Fire burns the unjust like arson larsony melt MC's with mental telepathy With precision, we're slicin and dicin Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson [Special Ed:] "Crazy ass Crooklyn kids" [Buckshot:] "represent to Brooklyn all night" "Crazy ass Crooklyn kids" [Masta Ase:] "because it is, survival of the fittest" [x4] [Crooklyn x2]