[Scoob]
So yo, who wanna✦ set it? You better✦ kick your best G
You and your whole entourage couldn't test me
I represent✦ for the fo' main
And if you're not a Booty✦ Bandit,✦ then niggas✦ can't hang
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[Big Daddy Kane]
Now, let's get straight down to the point
I represent✦ for this Brooklyn✦ joint, baby✦ pah, where we're takin✦ it to
Makin✦ a few dollars don't mean you gotta✦ forget✦
Where you come from and try to be someone, that you're really✦ not
And front with what you got
You're gonna✦ be looked✦ at as a black man still so keep it real
What type of mission✦ can I say you on?
Because you musta✦ done changed to some Grey Poupon, heh
I'm really✦ happy✦ to see you blew up
But always✦ remember my man you grew up
In the PJ's all your life, in a broken✦ home
(Scoob: Well alright now)
Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin✦ it strong, WHAT!
I be the Louis Ave livin,✦ live long lastin✦ lover✦
Bonafied black brother, word to the mother✦
Skilled at trades✦ at hand with those who made
The man with support and always✦ stayed a fan
My dialectic style is perfected
In ways you can't imagine rap bein accepted
Funk'll slam like a doper✦ jam, pops
I'm takin✦ mine like taxes✦ with Uncle Sam
So check out the asiatic type of flow
Like water✦ in the Nile, but it's Brooklyn✦ style
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[Scoob]
Yo, this is Big Scoob, no practice
I'm flippin✦ on niggas✦ like little kids on that mattress
You know my style, Baby✦ Pah from the PJ's
My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local✦ DJ's
So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin✦
My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin✦
Why did they step to me, I hit em, bow, bu-dow✦
Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile
No need for beef chief I'm rollin✦ mad deep
So pick up your teeth, I got him shakin✦ like a leaf
Not tryin to scare you, I just wanna✦ aware✦ you
I bet you won't even✦ look at my face (WHAT WHAT WHAT) I dare you
Yo nigga✦ please, yo I'm nice with these
While you're guardin your grill, I'll be beatin✦ up your kidneys
Me and my boys with the fat tec 9's
With my joint cocked✦ back, in case a punk tried to take mines✦
Where I'm from there's✦ no need for hesitation✦
We cock and squeeze, now where's✦ the doctor for this patient?
He's drippin✦ blood and now he's down to his last breath
But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def
The ill, type of Brooklyn✦ artist
Who rocks the har-dest, regard-less
Who you know and where you're from I pull your file
(How?) Brooklyn✦ style
Chorus✦