[00:00.00]"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"（采样自组合Black Moon的《Who Got da Props?》Buckshot歌词）
[00:02.68]"Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"（采样自Gang Starr《The Place Where We Dwell 》）
[00:05.16]"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
[00:07.92]"Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"
[00:10.44]"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
[00:12.96]"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
[00:17.42]（采样自Crooklyn Dodgers1994年的歌曲《Crooklyn》,那时人员有不同）
[00:19.90]Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?
[00:22.84]Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
[00:25.51]The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
[00:27.65]It comes from other places, not the tinted faces
[00:30.22]Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters
[00:33.05]You'll watch Channel Zero with that ***** Barbara Walters
[00:35.82]She'll have you believe black invented crack
[00:39.58]When President Lyndon had the formula way back
[00:41.05]In '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross
[00:43.33]Remember that's when they blow his ****ing head off
[00:45.78]Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets
[00:48.67]Nixon bounced pure checks
[00:50.97]No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car
[00:53.84]Blue collar turns to bourgeois
[00:56.12]Depressed in your chest
[00:57.77]Demerol for sess, no dough, crack in vials much less
[01:01.16]Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick
[01:03.73]Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush
[01:06.13]Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy
[01:08.85]Pass the torch to that nigga guy
[01:10.92]So just die, nigga, die, nigga
[01:13.63]You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
[01:16.18]Get high, fly, clock. Next, boost your steel
[01:18.83]In '95, we take back Ebbets Field
[01:29.79]"Now let's take a sec to think back"（仍采样自《Crooklyn》）
[01:31.44]Brooklyn: Traveling distance to party
[01:34.30]Brooklyn: absent at functions? Not hardly
[01:36.95]Brooklyn: the name alone holds Godly
[01:39.52]You don't know? You better ask somebody
[01:42.46]Crack filled streets since '85.
[01:44.19]The Beast getting paid to not bust
[01:46.17]Hookers’ drawers got crust
[01:47.39]Claps clapping regular
[01:48.91]Hardcore niggas with Fat gold chains on the corner maintaining
[01:52.17]Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of
[01:55.47]Latin Quarters—keep home your daughters
[01:57.43]‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming
[01:59.46]Ignorant Ducks are shooting, wiling
[02:01.54]They're not aiming
[02:02.83]One Easter—now, to think about it, what a pity
[02:04.97]Five people died in front of Skate City
[02:07.42]Senseless, Back then you was ill if you had a gun
[02:10.17]People gash you and flash you, damn, no fun
[02:12.50]Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause
[02:15.19]Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the **** on up.
[02:17.76]You had Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell
[02:20.15]Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell
[02:22.70]So many memories I can't manifest
[02:25.34]Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless
[02:31.60]（Hook仍采样自《Crooklyn》）"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[02:36.88]"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
[02:38.78]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[02:41.22]"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
[02:43.90]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[02:47.07]"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
[02:50.05]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[02:51.63]"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
[02:54.44]Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition.
[02:56.81]We keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
[02:59.00]Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
[03:01.55]Trife type chicks, “Top Billin'”s the anthem
[03:03.68]Rastas smoke marijuana, enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
[03:09.12]Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
[03:12.04]So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips
[03:14.41]Clips, whatever happened to .38 Special?
[03:16.83]Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
[03:19.64]Probably the same one that killed Noriega.
[03:21.88]Chips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega
[03:24.84]Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
[03:27.34]Leave most niggas dead or in prison
[03:29.76]In Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand
[03:31.94]To spite the hand. Jealous of the next man
[03:34.15]So violent crimes black-on-black, plus mad crack to boot
[03:37.34]Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
[03:40.02]“Make money money, get money, take money.”
[03:42.54]I can't understand that concept ‘cause Jah rules everything around me
[03:45.85]Fire burns the unjust like arson, larceny
[03:47.99]Melt emcees with mental telepathy
[03:50.31]With precision, we're slicing and dicing.
[03:52.71]Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson
[03:56.24]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[03:58.75]"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
[04:01.60]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[04:03.67]"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
[04:05.61]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[04:08.23]"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
[04:11.63]"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
[04:13.99]"Because it is, survival of the fittest"

"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"（采样自组合Black Moon的《Who Got da Props?》Buckshot歌词）
"Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"（采样自Gang Starr《The Place Where We Dwell 》）
"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn"
"Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough"
"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
"We did it like that and now we do it like this"
（采样自Crooklyn Dodgers1994年的歌曲《Crooklyn》,那时人员有不同）
Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?
Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train
The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw
It comes from other places, not the tinted faces
Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters
You'll watch Channel Zero with that ***** Barbara Walters
She'll have you believe black invented crack
When President Lyndon had the formula way back
In '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross
Remember that's when they blow his ****ing head off
Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets
Nixon bounced pure checks
No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car
Blue collar turns to bourgeois
Depressed in your chest
Demerol for sess, no dough, crack in vials much less
Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick
Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush
Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy
Pass the torch to that nigga guy
So just die, nigga, die, nigga
You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong
Get high, fly, clock. Next, boost your steel
In '95, we take back Ebbets Field
"Now let's take a sec to think back"（仍采样自《Crooklyn》）
Brooklyn: Traveling distance to party
Brooklyn: absent at functions? Not hardly
Brooklyn: the name alone holds Godly
You don't know? You better ask somebody
Crack filled streets since '85.
The Beast getting paid to not bust
Hookers’ drawers got crust
Claps clapping regular
Hardcore niggas with Fat gold chains on the corner maintaining
Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of
Latin Quarters—keep home your daughters
‘Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming
Ignorant Ducks are shooting, wiling
They're not aiming
One Easter—now, to think about it, what a pity
Five people died in front of Skate City
Senseless, Back then you was ill if you had a gun
People gash you and flash you, damn, no fun
Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much ‘cause
Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the **** on up.
You had Do or Die, East New York, mad Hell
Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell
So many memories I can't manifest
Yo, ‘Ru, start where I finish and, to Brooklyn, God bless
（Hook仍采样自《Crooklyn》）"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
Listen ‘cause, for your mind, I got the right nutrition.
We keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken
Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain
Trife type chicks, “Top Billin'”s the anthem
Rastas smoke marijuana, enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner
Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip
So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips
Clips, whatever happened to .38 Special?
Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue
Probably the same one that killed Noriega.
Chips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism
Leave most niggas dead or in prison
In Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand
To spite the hand. Jealous of the next man
So violent crimes black-on-black, plus mad crack to boot
Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot
“Make money money, get money, take money.”
I can't understand that concept ‘cause Jah rules everything around me
Fire burns the unjust like arson, larceny
Melt emcees with mental telepathy
With precision, we're slicing and dicing.
Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter"
"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids"
"Because it is, survival of the fittest"