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Born and raised in the Borough Brooklyn (Ahhhh) Born and raised, born-born and raised Born and raised in the Borough Brooklyn T-BABY: Yup same hood same blood open your eyes the dark god have arrive we might come two half pie but I would be better off if you suddenly have die But you might mug me up if you have a nine in your thigh My crew cut pussy like it Frank Lucas burn dimes Yeah right I guess im lying But I don't need a question I just answer to the prayer upon my dying Cause you can catch a case from Marcy to Space I don't run away from problems like the cheerleaders on myspace Please don't go apes Cause I plastic you up and ship you off like baping apes Because in my hood we don't like nigga scuffling shoes I make you feel shapeless like steel that don't like horseshoe Yup, just give us back proof It must be the hood loving of the thousand folk roots Born and raised in the Borough Brooklyn (Ahhhh) Born and raised, born-born and raised Born and raised in the Borough Brooklyn At night things make noise from the north and south Thugs are blaze from the great wall to the dragon mouth End the night with parade for hundred-thousand No baby crying They crib is bling out like a new island So was good with the bloods and those crips The little see and the vice want to join in So we drive conceded like a fresh blimp Living big and large on 26s Our car feeling like new pimps Im in-out the house 24/7 Keep the darkness out from shit from 911 Im on key living life like a b-ball legend So why I left the hood on June 11 So why must be blind, to cross that Brooklyn line Cause im curse with a gift and that staying alive Because when you come to hood we called heights You better more than payless boy Cause we rob all night Born and raised in the borough Brooklyn (Ahhhh) Born and raised, born-born and raised Born and raised in the borough Brooklyn Thanks to D-BOY |