If You Can Count

[CYRUS] Can you count, suckas? [GRAMERCY RIFFS] Yeah, right! [CYRUS] I said, can you count, suckas! [GRAMERCY RIFFS] Yeah, right! [CYRUS] The future is ours, the future is yours if you can count Can you dig it? You've got the Moon Runners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers Got the Jones Street Boys by the Turnbull AC's [CYRUS & RIFFS] And nobody's wastin' nobody [CYRUS] And that's a miracle [GRAMERCY RIFFS] A miracle [CYRUS] And miracles are [CYRUS & RIFFS] The way things ought to be [CYRUS & RIFFS] Can you dig it? So far from our turf (Our turf) We fought so hard for our turf (Our turf) Our one little corner of our turf (Our turf) But now can you see How strong we can be If we can agree that it's all our turf? (All our turf) Where we always belong (Always belong) We are sixty thousand strong We are never backing down And there's only twenty thousand cops In this whole damn town [CYRUS & CONVERTS] Can you dig it? (Hеy! Hey! Hey! Hey!) Can you dig it? (Hеy! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [CYRUS] Remember what you had to do to earn your block Dead any and all invaders, keep the neighbors on lock Tag up every nook and cranny, spray cans non-stop Make a mission of the competition so your clique is on top Imagine what I had to do to stay on top Baddest bitch in the biggest town, shut 'em down, open up shop [CYRUS & CLEON] Now imagine what we could do if you and your crew Got with me and my crew, if we, we only knew [CYRUS] We are bigger than the mob! [CROWD] What?! [CYRUS] We are bigger than the cops! [CROWD] What?! [CYRUS] We are where it all begins [CROWD] What?! [CYRUS] We are where it all stops! [CONVERTS] What?! [CYRUS & CONVERTS] Can you dig it? (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [GRAMERCY RIFFS & CONVERTS] Yeah, right! (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [CYRUS & RIFFS] Now we keep up the truce Stand together against dangers [CYRUS] One borough at a time As our numbers climb! [CYRUS, CLEON & RIFFS] And nobody's wastin' nobody [CYRUS] You are brothers and sisters now And anywhere you go [CYRUS & CLEON] You are home free! Can you dig it? [CYRUS] 'Cause it's all our turf We're only divided by turf Our soldiers have died on our turf We fall on our pride Pulled away by the tide Until we decide That it's [CYRUS, CLEON & RIFFS] All our turf And we know our worth Now imagine feeling safe From the top of the boogie down [CYRUS] From Manhattan down to Staten All through Coney Island Town! [CLEON] Coney Island Town! [CYRUS, CLEON & RIFFS] Can you dig it— Do you count? Can you dig it— Can you— [A shot rings out. CYRUS staggers backwards, dead.]