This is The World Famous rooster Brucie B right from uptown, Harlem, New York City Big shout out to J. Sands, it's the LP, Cash Flow, Buddha shelter
J. Sands
I'm underground ground with the Kings and digital
Dr.Octagon my old beat downs is critical
Doom peddled fast busting at oops wearing a metal mask
KMDMX had bulldogs from ED O's lab
Wanted most like Compton in the game
the aftermath is shady, we live in a chains
too live my crew Clan poison with the wu kung fu
La Scmhoove we got nothing to prove
I'm like Siegel on the freeway Dashing with Dame
Be property of the State feds asking my name
that's a nightmare like dana dane I'm crashing with Jane
Keep a low profile, soul assasians is spraying
Plug one, plug two, plug three nice and smooth,
got it on Cam plus the audio too
hard to attain, them boys lost major figures
Keep a blacksmith to buckshots might save y'all niggas Listen
Brucie B
Shout out to duck down boot camp clip it's the world famous Brucie B Brooklyn Brownsville Bedstuy job Celebrating 50 years of hip hop I know you feel me, yeah, it's flavor on top of flavor on top of one flavor Comn
Masta Ace
My mentality is one for all
fear of a black planet guns for all
police say we all wanted dead or alive
business as usual, can we survive?
Seems like we banned in the USA
Got to get a grip, now ooh let's play
Step in the arena at your own risk
I'm a smooth assassin, bet you I won't miss
righteous but ruthless kill that will
When I get my fill, I'm chilly, chill
this is not just a fad Ain't no shame in my game
Let the rhythm hit him Tell the world my name
Mama said take you to hell and back
while these young geto boys sell that crack
living like hustlers, that ain't legal
Take a look around, see we all Regal, yeah
Brucie B
Shout out to the juice from Mr. Magic Rest in peace, Molly Mob, Greg G. MC Sam, Roxanne, Shantay, tragedy, Kuji Rap, Big Daddy King, Big Monkey Rest in peace, Mr. World Famous boost to me Giving you blade Mixing up the hip hop I like the way this one is going down sound like real,
RJ Payne
J. Sands I got you just like some throwback shit Watch this,
I got it lit, turn the lights off
I'm from a tribe Called Quest Shout the Phife dog
I'm tough too Tuff crew Shout the ice Dog,
mac Daddy Black caddy with the white walls
Three times Dope, bunch of energy,
mighty souls of mischief, real Public enemy
nigga with an attitude when you bumping into me
My mash out posse will Give a couple different injuries
Check my direction Want to see a god, nigga? Check my reflection
I hope you mobb deep when you stepping in my section
Got a mac ten that's colder than ice Cube for my west side connection
Every bar Absolutely fly I'm bumping De La Soul puffing Fugeela,
I grew up on brand Nubian and coolie High
Dear Rapper to say my name if he do, he die
I'm deeply rooted in my black thoughts
Lord of the underground, ain't no back Talk
word of ruck, you get rocked, nigga back off
40, eat a nigga face like it's on bath salts pain.
Brucie B
It's the world famous to be. It's the album Cash Flow, Buddha and shelter. Y'all already know what it is. This will be classic. Big shots. Uptown, downtown, inside out of town. Come on, Brucie B. Brooklyn, Bronx, Harlem, Queens, New Jersey, Long Island. 50 years of hip hop.
