[Chorus: Foxy Brown]
Lemme tell you where I grew up at
Sip mo’, threw up at, flip coke, blew up that
Where them fake thugs got they vest-es chewed up at
Brooklynnn beef! Who want that?

[Foxy Brown]
I grew up in the thoroughist bourough – B.K.
Where B.I.G. had everybody rockin D.K.
Gav was the first dude with the C.L.K.
and bricks was gettin shipped outta East L.A.
It’s Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fort Greene and Hemlock, the fifth been cocked
We cried when they killed Lenox and popped them rocks
(Aiyyo, ya ain’t hear, what {the fuck} I just said?)
B.K. – the home of Biggie and Jay
Where niggaz got Will Smith chips, get jiggy all day
Bitches that boost in the city all day
Heckel and Koch, crack spots, federal watch
I grew up here, sip Mo’, threw up here
Yo the feds snatched two up here, in B.K.
Niggaz in the hood in that all blue and grey
Gorillas got rich from stairwells and P.A.

[Chorus] – 2X

[Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn! The livest borough
You come here frontin you might die in this borough
The East, the feelin Bed-Stuy’s in this borough
It’s full of projects, the wildest borough
Try to figure out which side is thorough
From, C.I. to Saint Marks is carryin cons
Niggaz rock Coogi and Dolce Gaban’s
So women here make a livin just carryin bombs
We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit
In the club, buyin out Cris’, pour us a little bit
I told y’all that my borough is thorough
I know niggaz that’ll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in the hood we so, ghetto
Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
Everytime papi raise the weight of that weight, motherfucker

[Chorus] – 2X

[Foxy Brown]
It’s B.K. nigga, get yo’ vest ate up
Over them chips, you could get S-Ked up
They find you in the back of the buildin – sprayed up
All for the love of this paper; we misled
By 21 – some’ll be dead
By 22 – the rest of these dudes’ll be in the Feds
We got change but we still FUCKED up
Niggaz is outta jail but they still locked up
The feds takin flicks when we pullin the drops up
BK open up, get popped up
You know it’s the borough where cats drive with the box in the truck
Tre’ pound glocked up, wrist be rocked up
Yellin out “Get down, lay down when we pop up!”
Blocks so hot we drive the drops with tops up
Windows tinted, you can’t see who is in it
It’s Brown nigga, I represent it, it’s Brooklyn!

[Chorus] – 4X

[Outro]
B.K. borough bitches, ain’t nuttin but the best in here
(?) Housings, East New York, real niggaz, real shit happen nigga
Fuck y’all know about bang-outs, gettin busy?
Fuck police and all that nigga, real niggaz
Brooklyn nigga!

[Casey Lee]
The B to the L, the A to the Z to the E
Early twenties, girls by the twenties
Rims buy ’em twenty, never gin slide me Henny
Blunts roll in twenties, got my stunts holdin’ semis
Blaze in the Bentley; be like Jay, “Come and Get Me”
Straight from Q-U-E percisely 40P

[Rah Digga]
Yo you that brother that I always see on MTV
I ain’t cop your album got it off the MP3
But it’s hot though take it from another emcee
That’s what I’m tryna be

[Casey Lee]
Shorty it’s the M-O-N-E-Y
My wrists will leave your eyes B-L-I-N-D
My passion for poetry and parting from poverty
Leaves me in position to mould my own like pottery

[Rah Digga] + (Joy Bryant)
Heh, ain’t really sweatin’ you brother, we tryna parlay see
(I heard A&R was short for armed robbery)
I heard selling records is like hitting the lottery

[Casey Lee]
All you need is talent shorty, Blaze got plenty
Shorty holla, come on

The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (*repeat 8X*)

[Casey Lee] + (Joy Bryant)
If you start from my toes to my dome like Gators
Iceburg, Gucci, my head cap is Raiders
CD so hot you gotta play hot potato
And Primo won’t even take me out with the fader
Cause my voice is laid with paper, my crib, Jamaica
You know the action, get planes built to go there
(What about your Grammy?)
Got it chillin’ at my mother’s crib
Right next to the Golden Globe
For actin’ like I give a fuck

[Rah Digga]
What you talkin’ ’bout? Diamond life, you livin’ it
Benji’s, Bentley’s, your cash flow is infinite

[Casey Lee]
But you know there’s more to life than videos
They’re different
Cali is where it’s at
And that’s a wrap, my lip I’m zippin’ it

The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (*repeat 8X*)

Verse One (Andre):
Yeah… Intro-national, underground,
Thunder bounce when I stomp the ground, (Whoo!)
Like a million elephants or silverback orangutans,
You can?t stop my train,
Who want some, Don?t come unprepaired,
I?ll be there, but when I leave there,
Better be a house on Maine,
Weatherman tellin? us it ain?t gon? rain,
So now we sittin? in a drop-top soakin? wet,
In a silk suit, tryin? not to sweat,
Hittin? somersaults without the net,
But this?ll be the year that we won?t forget,
One-nine-nine-nine, And around me anything goes,
Be what you wanna be, Long as you know,
Consequenses are given,
For livin? defensless,
Too hot to jump in jail,
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, (HOT!)
Get a life, now they on sale,
Then I might catch you a spell, Look at what came in the mail,
A scale and some Arm & Hammer,
Charcoal grill and a baby mamma,
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers,
Stack of questions, wit? no answers,
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS,
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days,
Get back home, things are wrong,
Well, not really, it was bad all along,
Fo? you left assed out to a ball of power,
Lost at a thousand miles per hour,
Hello, ghetto, let yo? brain? free,
Believe there?s always mo?… Ooowww!!!

Chorus:
Don?t pull the thang out unless you plan to bang…
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah…
Don?t even bang unless you plan to hit some-thang…
Bombs over Baghdad, yeah…
(Repeat)




Verse Two (Big Boi):
Uno, dos, tres, it?s on,
Did ya ever think a pimp rock the microphone,
Like that there, boi, but we still stay street,
Big thangs happen every time we meet,
Like a track team, craft ain?t dyin? a geek,
Outkast bumpin? up and down the streets,
Slam back Cadillac, ?bout five …(Blank)…
75 emcees fresstylin? to the beat,
?Cause we get crunk, stay crunk at the club,
Should of bought a ounce, but ya caught the dubs,
Shoulda held back, but ya throwed the punch,
?Posed to meet ya girl, but ya packed the lunch,
No G-to-the-U-to-the-G fa you,
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo,
Got a little baby girl for a year, Jordan,
Never turn my back on my kids for them,
Shoulda hit it… Quit it… Rag top…
Before ya reek up, get a lab… top
Make a business for yourself, boy, sell some golds,
Make a phat diamond outta dust and coal,
Record number four, but we on a roll,
Hold up, slow up, stop, control,
Like Janet, planet, Stankonia, it?s on ya,
Movin? like Floyd, comin? straight to Florida,
Block all ya windows and block the corridors,
Pullin? off my belt ?cause the women?s in order,
Like three piece fish, boy I cut ya daughter,
Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border,
Pity pap rapper, tryin? to get to five,
I?m a microphone fiend, tryin? to stay alive,
When ya come to ATL, boy, ya bet? not hide,
?Cause the Dungeon Family gon? ride… HAH!

Chorus

Guitar solo…

Ultimate Breakbeats N’ shit right?
Niggaz still makin’ money off o’ those shits
Loopin’ the same shits for a thousand years N’ shit right?

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, G, the I, the T, A, L
Digital

Yo
You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
This poisonous slang keep emcees avoidin’ us
Can’t think about the proper remedies for destroyin’ us
Your best bet black is sit back N’ start enjoyin’ us
N’ run your commissary, attack your coronary
I’ma very revolutionary
Honorary is sonic-electronic-brain like Johnny Nneumonic
Get boosted from the sorrow N’ went Wu-tonic
You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
To serve to your bird with cheese N’ pumpernickle
Three state Charlie a classic like Marley Marl
Tie your ass down N’ run you over with a trolley car
My nigga Kucky keep ’em Bucky like Dent
Intent, read the fine print
It says ‘do not enter’, or cross the lines
You be tossed behind N’ forced to submit to the rhyme

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
Digital, Digital…

Four-four in the holster strapped tight by the velcro
Steel padded vest on the chest, armed right from the elbow
Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
It’s the mental of slingin’ swords, thinkin’ (?) brings
Rain, hail, snow N’ earthquakes, search your mental birthdate
50 state prisons keep the body in perfect shape
Just got hit on the hip by this bird talkin’
‘Bout she got a blister on her lip
That comes from not garglin’ after suckin’
I’m togglin’ the buttons on my cell-phone
Call my nigga Tone, the well known
Bubblegoose shredders made him thick as Carl Weathers
Solid chrome barretta’s nines stuffed inside the Wu leather
Hot shots melt through your pleather
Never endin’ story not from the land of Nether
We fight for our rights to the death like Mega Evers
Wu-Tang Clan Forever, all in together now

B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I
Digital, Digital…

Yo
Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
Old Earth kept a nigga spoilt
Though the reigns to my veins remain royal
Burnin’ up high speed dub, my CD spins like a hubcap on a Ac’
Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
Fresh spring water from the ounce
Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch, you get scalped
Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
N’ now I stream up your bone marrow
Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
Niggaz throw darts, I’m shootin’ flamin’ arrows
Pierce through your physical faculties with pin-point accuracy
You don’t wanna battle me..

The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
(Digital, Digital, Chhhhhh…)
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
The D, the I, the G, the I, T, A, L
B-O-B-B-Y The D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-I-G-I-T-A-L
B-O-B-B-Y-D-the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
Digital, Digital…
Pshhh…

Black rob, BR
Black rob, BR

I am about to set the record straight (the world’s famous)
Its 99 man time to let them know man

Verse One:
Yo aiyo yo yo
Its kill or be killed
My skillz leavin them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can’t touch
Won’t touch
Never touch
Driving around with the toastly whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends
I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team
Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don’t expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it’s on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his draws
On the streets black good like allstate ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service
My brother Curtis squezze gats to celliums
I make it where you can’t escape the parra bedlums
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz ask any body I am rough kid

Chorus:
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

Verse Two: G-Dep
Yo, yo
I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired
If you’re hearin this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job
Don’t question it to stars, I’ma put’em in saw
Straight gate
I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk
Off the liquor
Shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard
It gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I’ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted god
You think you got it all together
Get it ripped apart
Man you can’t stand the heat
Stay up outta the street
Nigga turn po-lice cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad
Don’t make me blad
So I want it all, fuck had
Don’t make me laugh
By all means
Get this money its all green
It’s all good
And I wished that ya’ll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that
Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls
And I get all calls
So if u play to much I put the shit on pause

Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob uh-uh
Black Rob We Are
Black Rob

BR
BR
Bad Boy Nigga
Harlem Underworld
Alumni
The one guy
The gun die
Day one
Life Stories
Black 99
Life Stories
I’m here 1999 baby it’s on
I think I’m about to feel something here
We here baby
Bad Boy
Bad Boy

Don’t you ever invite your boyfriend here

I like to be here alone

You just answer the door and feed the deer

And fight the telephone

Got to learn these words and I know you will

Or I’ll send you right back to Guayaquil

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home



Got to peel your eyes for the heat my dear

You got to froth and foam

Got to send away the mad puppeteer

Who seems to think this is home

I want you to speak the English right

I want you to smile and be polite

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home



I don’t care if you drive my 350 honey

Don’t let’em steal my chrome

I don’t care if you spend all my money honey

Long as you leave me alone

I just want you to try and remember one thing

If somebody knocks or the telephone rings

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

Say b’wana she no home, say b’wana she no home

I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph.

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn’t notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look
Having read the book.
I’d love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall

(Gary Nicholson/Craig Wiseman)

I’m up and out the door before the sun comes up
Spillin’ coffee, banging gears in my pickup truck
Racing every red light, getting to the jobsite
Bossman hollerin’, boys you’re burnin’ daylight
Sweatin’ through a hard hat lunch in a brown sack
Swing a hammer all day tryin’ to get the bills paid

Oh Oh, just a working man makin’ his way
Oh Oh, but you’ll never hear me complain
There’s a whole lot to it but I gotta get through it
So I’ll do it til i get it done
Just a day in the life of an 8 to 5, get it right
Nail drivin’ law abidin’ hard workin’ son of a gun

Yeah when 5 o’clock come I’m burnin’ up the road
Haul it home shower down slick it up gotta go
There’s a roadside dancehall just about nightfall
That’s the place to be y’all women waitin’ wall to wall
Wearin’ out the two step maybe learn a new step
Crawlin’ home by daylight get back to the jobsite

Oh Oh, just a working man makin’ his way
Oh Oh, but you’ll never hear me complain
There’s a whole lot to it but I gotta get through it
So I’ll do it til i get it done
Just a day in the life of a dance floor dynamo
Honky Tonk Romeo, 8 to 5 get it right nail drivin’
Law abidin’ good timin’ hard workin
Easy lovin’ son of a gun

Oh Oh, just a working man makin’ his way
Oh Oh, but you’ll never hear me complain
I know I’m burnin’ both ends again and again
But a man’s gotta have his fun
Another day in the life of a dance floor dynamo
Honky Tonk Romeo, 8 to 5 get it right nail drivin’
Law abidin’ good timin’ hard workin
Easy lovin’ son of a gun

Another day in the life of a dance floor dynamo
Honky Tonk Romeo, 8 to 5 get it right nail drivin’
Law abidin’ good timin’ hard workin
Easy lovin’ son of a gun

Feel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing

But now my branches suffer
And my leaves don’t bear the glow
They did so long ago

One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall

But now my branches suffer
and my leaves don’t offer
Poetry to men of song

Trees like me weren’t meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death

Oh Lord I lay me down
No life’s left to be found
There’s nothing left for me

Trees like me weren’t meant to live
If all this earth can give
Is pollution

Trees like me weren’t meant to live
(Oh Lord I lay me down)
If all this earth can give
(My branches to the ground)
Is pollution and slow death
(There’s nothing left for me)

Oh Lord I lay me down
My branches to the ground
There’s nothing left for me

-Look! Up in the sky!
-It’s a bird…
-It’s a plane!
-Hee hee hee hee, naw! It’s Sooperman Lover, baby!

-Daddy, Daddy!
-Would you please read us a story?
-Alright, get over here and sit yo big ass down,
Lemme tell you about the Sooperman Lover…

Verse 1

Ayo, I was out to lunch and shit
Puffin’ on a blunt to get my head read(y)
Boogie’n to my walkman
With an “S” on my chest
(Bust a move!)
Yes I’m a Superhero, don’t forget
I smoke mad niggas
So to hell with cigarettes
But anyway,
Let’s get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am
So git off that ol’ bull-SHUCKS
Lunchtime was up, (FUCK!!)
Let me jet, Or i’ll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, black,
I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree
With a tag that says that:
“If found,
Please return to this address”
(How did you see it)?
Nigga! Wit my X-Ray eye set!
Like “Pchoooooooww”!
I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick fast,
I dipped into my Sooperlover suit…

(I can leap,
tall buildings
In a single bound…)

BOOOM!!!!
Right through the fuckin’ phone-booth ceiling!
(IT’S A PLANE!)
Naw, Sooperman Lover’s the name
I can slam King-Kong
And pick up freight trains
On a mission,
To save this cat/that was wishin’
He was in his litter
Watchin’ Fritz on channel 6’n
Relaxin’
feet cocked-up/ just a little
With a cod cocktail
And a bowl, of tender vittles
I snatched, him
Took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won’t start
meowin’ and bitchin’
The letter in cat’s tag address (?)
said THE PROJECTS
(Elevator’s broke!)
So I had to take the back steps
(Knock, Knock)
The door opened
then my eyes swole
from this BADASS DAME (Damn!)
Sippin’ a quart of “Old Gold”
-“Yo, is this your cat?”
-“Awww, yes! Where’d you find him at?”
-“He was stuck in a tree,
Around Uptown Manhattan”
-“Well how the hell did you save him?
Are you Police/Undercover?”
-“Naw baby,
The “S” on my chest stands for:”


Chorus: Sooperman Lover (Yeah!)
Baby call him the Sooperman Lover
Something wrong…
Something wrong, indeed
Something wrong. Yes, yes indeed…

Verse 2

She was grateful
Lookin’ for ways to repay me
No money,
A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe?
Of course
What kind of sauce(?) did I take?
Make my donut Jelly
And my coffee Sanka
We sat,
Unhooked the cape from the back
She felt my arms
‘Cause my pythons looked stacked
“Goddamn, Sooperlover!
Yo shit looks thick
Tell me, how strong are you
With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)”

(I’m stronger than a locomotive)

I’ll keep hittin ya like Rocky
She ran to the room
And came back with a (?)
Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
Wit’ a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up,
Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up
To mix the coke with the smoke
Yo, she was no joke
She took a sniff,
Some got on her top lip
That bitch stuck out her tounge
and gave her top lip a lick
and said: -“Here baby, hit it.”
-“Naw baby, I ain’t wit’ it
You’d need more than a body
To make me wanna hit that shit!”
But I’ll hit the blunt
So she took out her fronts
Cracked the philly
Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
Then I took a long pull
It was hype/ outtasite
We ran into the bedroom
So I cracked my pants for head room
Later, tossed the covers
And oh, brother! I was wit’ it
Ready to hit it
Asked my dick, “YO, WHASSUP GEE?”
“Yo man, shit’s thick”
Licked her down her belly
And kissed her on her back
Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
And I felt the bozack(!)
As big as mine (YO!)
This bitch must be craze,
S