Home Sweet Home

[Intro: Tek]

Yo

It's straight up

For all the cannabis and cheeba smokers out there in Bucktown, we're doing like this, check it out

[Verse 1: Tek]

This is the story of a place that we call home

Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam

Everybody's on a scramble, life's a gamble

Hopping on the white horse, trying to get a handle

On the fast pace that we call the last race

Step with precaution when you enter this place

We got a spot on every block to make your dreams come true

Just come correct with the snaps is all you do

Don't come crying broke, still trying to cop the dope

What parts of no do not you understand, bro?

We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports

Empires need to be built, MAC-10s bought

Or even caught from them deceased-ass hustlers

And we still got the pound for y'all living motherfuckers

What goes around comes back to the roots

See you at the revolution in Crooklyn, troop

[Chorus]

We live in Brooklyn, baby

We trying to make it, baby

We gonna make it, baby

We live in Brooklyn, baby

[Verse 2: Steele]

Another day, another dollar dead

Pigs rushing the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed

What I face now, me and my peoples taste ground

Staying facedown, while canine sniffs around

What they found was irrelevant to we 'cause (We 'cause)

They was sent to represent and cause a ruckus amongst us

Now I got more pigs rushing we, handcuffing me, taking hold of we into custody

For questioning 'bout some bwoy resting in peace

After going through the bullshit, we get released and hit the streets

Where the war still on for all of y'all

'Cause they kept Rule locked behind the wall

No time at all to fake no jax (No jax)

Perhaps when the gat spin, niggas won't even know what happened

I'll be glad when my man come home

Get in your zone, motherfucker, grab your chron'

[Chorus]

And to my niggas in Red Hook, lick a shot (We live in Brooklyn, baby)

To all my niggas in Greenpoint, lick a shot

To all my niggas in Roosevelt, lick a shot (We trying to make it, baby)

And all my niggas in the 90s, just lick a shot

To all my shorties all around, yeah, lick a shot (We gonna make it, baby)

To all my shorties out in Bed-Stuy, lick a shot

To all my shorties out in C.I., lick a shot (We live in Brooklyn, baby)

To all my shitties out in Bucktown, lick a shot (Our time is now)

[Verse 3: Tek]

The eyes read time as lead treads spine

Currency change hands from yours to mine

Greenbacks talk, bullshit floats on water

Pager going off, call coming from headquarters

I was told if the secret code appears

It means some bwoy waan dead, prepare for warfare

[Verse 4: Steele]

Fuck the truce

We bringing the noose for your loose talk

So think smart or rest in parts if you do start

I fucks with the poor, so fuck being rich

Word is bond, there's a motherfucking war going on

Stand strong on your own two, mister

Or come confront the grim ripper

Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues

Bloody red eyes from puffing on the black weeds (On creep)

He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle

That'll be a tale you won't live to tattle

[Verse 5: Tek]

Salute to each and every hood, label, troop

Doing what you gotta do to bring in the loot

Huh, the time has come for armageddion

Give nurture to your seeds and load up your guns, dun

I'm catching vibes that something ain't right

Getting little hints, stomach feeling uptight

Damn, these little nappy-head G-Train bastards

Running 'round town with the chrons, tryna blast shit

Ain't nothing sweet like the dark streets of Bed-Stuy

Creep through population, ending up in C.I.

[Verse 6: Steele]

Take a ride through the Flatbush side

See the dread in the court for support, hit we off with the lye

Now slide through the 'Ville, Seth Low

Say hello to the fam, then stick to K.I.M. as planned

Toward the east, something's going on

So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong

[Chorus]

We live in Brooklyn, baby

We trying to make it, baby

We gonna make it, baby

We live in Brooklyn, baby

Our time is now

We live in Brooklyn, baby

We trying to make it, baby

We live in Brooklyn, baby