[Intro]

"We did it like that and now we do it like this"

"We did it like that and now we do it like this"

[Verse 1: Chubb Rock]

Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?

Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train

The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw

It comes from other places, not the tinted faces

Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters

You'll 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 '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross

Remember that's when they blew his fucking head off

Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets

Nixon bounced pure checks

No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car

Blue collar turns to bourgeois

Depressed in your chest

Demerol for sess, no dough, crack in vials much less

Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick

Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush

White Tee's 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 can't handle, you're too strong

Get high, fly, clock. Next, boost your steel

In '95, we take back Ebbets Field

[Scratched]

"Now let's take a sec to think back"

[Verse 2: O.C]

Brooklyn: Traveling distance to party

Brooklyn: absent at functions? Not hardly

Brooklyn: the name alone holds Godly

You don't know? You better ask somebody

Crack filled streets since '85.

The Beast getting paid to not bust

Hookers’ drawers got crust

Claps clapping regular

Hardcore niggas with Fat gold chains on the corner maintaining

Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of

Latin Quarters—keep home your daughters

‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming

Ignorant Ducks are shooting, wiling, they're not aiming

One Easter—now, to 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 gash you and flash you, damn, no fun

Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause

Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up.

You had Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell

Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell

So many memories I can't manifest

Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless

[Scratched Hook]

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

[Verse 3: Jeru the Damaja]

Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition

We keep shit 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 happened to .38 Special?

Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue

Probably the same one that killed Noriega.

Chips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega

Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism

Leave most niggas dead or in prison

In Crookland, 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, larceny

Melt emcees with mental telepathy

With precision, we're slicing and dicing.

Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson

[Scratched Hook]

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"

"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"

"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

Crooklyn

Crooklyn