Brooklyn Bridge - M-Phazes, Bekay, Masta Ace

«This is the place where stars are born» — MC Shan

«And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin» — MC Lyte

The big city of dreams, feel pity for fiends

Gritty shifty in schemes, pretty shitty it seems

But we walkin on the gold mine, lovin this place

Ace, Babu, Coalmine, up in your face

Along with — introducin Bekay on the mic

I stare right at Flatbush Ave when I’m prayin at night

Some pack gats, leavin other cats blasted

And even the white chicks be rockin fat asses

Always hot, not just when the summer here

Coney Island cyclonin it, or jumpin on the wonder wheel

Fiends on the floor look for crack 'til they knees break

Or Puff could be a dick and make you walk here for cheesecake

Ain’t no war, but we rock camouflauge

Ridin bikes, one on the pegs and one up on the handlebars

If you poppin shit y’all kids is just hatin

On the home of Biggie Smalls and the original Nathan’s

Go door to door, see we more than sorta raw

And you can cop anything you ever really needed in corner store

Where everybody says they sell crack

And the DT’s all dressed up in the old Giants throwbacks

It kinda gets me alive, cause when I’m up in the hood

Half them dudes yo they think I’mma cop (BE-KAY!)

Embrace it as heaven, stars is born

In this place, where Masta Ace is a legend

Anywhere else ain’t breakin me fam

Cause I grew up in Brooklyn, these streets yo, they made me a man

What’chu poppin?

Your crew lame (IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE~!?)

You know we are son, the top of the food chain

«This is the place where stars are born»

(«Go Brooklyn») «You know the place!»

— Lyte

«This is the place where stars are born»

«And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I’m talkin»

I’m from the B-R-double-O-K, L-Y-N

If I wasn’t, then why would I yell I am?

You see, this be the home of Spike Lee

Folks think it’s dangerous — I don’t know it might be slightly

But that depends on which blocks you be steppin down

Cause certain neighborhoods they never put they weapon down

I lived in Flatbush, grew up in Brownsville

And every now and then you see me around Steele

I used to hang a lot in Bushwick, Decatur and Evergreen

Some of the best parties you ever seen

I lived in Clinton Hills, on Myrtle Ave, near Fort Greene

I screwed up my face hard and walked mean

I spent a lot of time in East Medina, where the police are meaner

And I wish the streets was cleaner

Cause it’s crime every where, it ain’t fair, but who care?

Not the Governor and not the new Mayor

I guess we forced to live this kind of life

If you ask me, Brooklyn be the best place to find a wife

If you want a chick to hold you down, and have your back

Brooklyn be the ideal habitat

Cause she ain’t havin that, let’s hit the par where we gather at

Form a cipher, and spit a battle rap

You wanna come through you need a referral

It’s M.A. and Bekay in the song about my borough, c’mon