Brooklyn Zoo

Shit

Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now

Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me

What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga

I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?

Bust your motherfucking ass, boy

I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)

Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'll fuck you up right now

Yeah, what? What? What?

He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

I'm the one-man army, Ason

I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out

I drop science like Cosby dropping babies

Enough to make a nigga go crazy

In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines

Your ass thought you were better than

Ason? I keep planets in orbit

While I be coming with deeper and more shit

Enough to make you break and shake your ass

As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes

This style, I'm mastered in

Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?

This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol

Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol

In your face like a can of mace, baby

Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning

How I don't even like your motherfucking profile

Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow

Last seen and heard, no one knows

You forget, niggas be quiet as kept

Now you know nothing

Before you knew a whole fucking lot

Your ass don't wanna get shot

A lot of MC's came to my showdown

And watched me put your fucking ass low down

As you can go, below zero

Without a doubt, I never been tooken out

By a nigga who couldn't figure

Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure

Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)

How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said: Get the fuck outta here

Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost

But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host

Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

My hip-hop drops on your head like rain

And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore

That's why I give you more of the raw

Talent that I got will rizzock the spot

MCs I'll be burning, burning hot

Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow

If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know

I'm homicidal when you enter the target

Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit

So I'll take your ass out quick

The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick

If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep

Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death

You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock

"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock

Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack

You wanna react? Bring it on back (back)

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)

Shame on you when you step through to (my nigga)

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

What? My nigga

Shame on you

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Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

Shame on you when you step through to

The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo

What? My nigga