Run-d.m.c. - 5 Boroughs Lyrics
Yo yo brand new krs yall, maximum strength5 boroughs of death we rep to deathYo kris, set it for the bronx..[krs-one]We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig emWe pick em and kick emFlippin them whip and Im wing-clippin them lipCause Im cold sick of themMuch quicker than them lyrically trickin and my tribeBe on a quest like tip and themOn every avenue puttin the full clip in emSplittin and strippin em down while spittin a roundInto them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin themGet rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idiomsI dont even consider themIn the new millenium we killin themBreeze deep, kenny and will and them, krs-one we thrillin emMany battles we been in them now we rebuildin themWe blaze, fulfillin them, keith ? , jesse, jamil and themWe originate styles, other be stealin them[vigilante]You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next?Comin out to {*****} with the best, put it in your chestInhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; lets seeIf you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flowThis sho is real, this is the deal, guns Im runninGotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it cominThen bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back outHow many of yall wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse[buckshot]Lets take a walk through crown heightsSteppin through the city at night, with the ? and two micForm a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughsHead back to brooklyn in the expoBack on the block, I see the cops everybody clockinBuckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shockedWhy not? you see the recipeBuckshot, I represent brooklyn and my {nigga} biggie[keith murray]Im from c-i, l-i, f-l-yWhere the {niggaz} and the {*****es} stay paid fly and highWhere a slutll get mad if you call her a {*****}And a ratll get mad if you call her a snitchWhere the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditchAnd its a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, thats herbsYo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all dayWho dont give a {*****} waitin for crime to payPut your money on it, yo we never frontedLong island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done itFrom riverhead to c.i. to brentwood to wyndanch{niggaz} comin through will not stand a chanceFrom roosevelt to freeport to hempstead to uniondaleComin deep from the depths of hellIm dead serious, even though you see me smilinRough enough to break new york from long island[camron]We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin jesus christYou should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and riceMakin about a g a night, they cant read or writeBut I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the lightBut sometime yall get crimey crimey, grimy grimyBut those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whinySo guard your girl, harlem world, ***** the gun, pop it sonFila fam, illa players, killa cam is still the man[? ]Uptown massive, uptown the boroughUptown let the ? kali, no sorrowUptown trestle, uptown of courseI grab you ? they got me turn up to northAnd if dem turn up north ? hurt no tell de bossAnd if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghostsAnd if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are bossDe rap dancehall try on de mossinosAnd if dem tie me off, dem can call me cedroI put a rap to singalong in all de ? crewAnd if da gal a ***** ? ? the rainbow? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?[killah priest]Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horseTear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damagedWitcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slantedRock the earth of the axle, crabs whoPolar bears beneath the sea gravelThoughts be runnin wild like the lil rascalsPuttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch clawsChasin {mother*****ers} through malls, and clash in hallsBeatin {mother*****ers} through walls, stompin through floorsAnd jumpin down elevator shaftsSearchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grassWearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bagsOn stage like a savage goin madWhat? yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo![prodigy]Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put queens on itPut cream on it, q.b. we rep oftenTake over your party, slamdance witcha hoodTook your ladies back to the projects with usThen sent her {ass} back on the q-train homeSatisfied, she learned the words to my thug songSee we one big borough of dons with firearmsAnd we never use those, til the man actOther than hes sposed to, {nigga} what Im sposed to do?Shots whistle, damn near missed datShoes get pissed at[redman]From the, tip of my timbs, to my eyebrowsThe hostile, english, olde e widemouthGet pcp fiends, jumpin off cliffsAnd if you had the balls, youd be walkin off stiffMy paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh)A twelve song lp, thats thirty-six mics (uh-huh)And while you win un hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipeAnd tell you {***** you} and that {*****} on your bikeBrick city!![reverand run]Aiyyo.. now bust itNever try me crimey Im grimy so dont deny meI be little like your rascals and stymie to fly that hineyBuy me keys, to my benz and my coupeLike jay and run and d.m.c.s, thats the name of my group(now speed it up)Beat to the rhythm of the rhymeIm givin up a dime, there go another line you figuredNever drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you wasNever been that {nigga}If you really wanna test me, brother dont stress meOr you just be bowlinIts reverand like a jesse, brother thats just meAnd thats just my colonThe five boroughs of death, we rep to deathStep aside little {niggaz}, show time yepIts goin down the moment we inside the spotLets rocknroll, you know the m.o., it gets realWhen the five boroughs of death, we rep to deathStep aside little {niggaz}, show time yepIts goin down the moment we inside the spotLets rocknroll, you know the m.o., it gets hot
