Boom bash dash  I had to break  I had to getaway
 Packed my bags  to leave for good  it was a Monday
 Kissed my mother  gave my pops a pound
 Then he hugged me  and then he turned around
 I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder
 It was time to get props kid  cause now I'm older
 Time to fend for myself jack
 So I'ma go for mine  and maybe never come back
 Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station
 Needed some boom for the mental relaxation
 It took the last of my loot to make this move Troop
 But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit
 Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent
 As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent
 So fuck the bullshit I'm audi
 I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy
 I'm gonna make it god damnit
 Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
 They never fake it just slam it
 Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
 Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners
 And all the spots in Beantown where niggaz carry burners
 But I was more turned on by the micraphone
 So one cold morning, I left home
 Next I'm smokin blunts on ?
 Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and
 tired, of payin all these fucked up dues
 I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused
 Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey
 Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie
 But yo I still wasn't happy
 I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
 East New York is no joke kid
 And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
 I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed
 Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read
 That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare
 and like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair
 But in my heart there ain't no quittin
 So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms
 Seconds away from just flippin
 But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin
 See I'ma make it god damnit
 Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
 I'll never fake it just slam it
 There in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
 And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt
 Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts
 but don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here
 A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here
 I got my own place in Bed-Stuy
 Known to many others, as Do or Die
 Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue
 Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew
 Me and the niggaz Troy and Squeaky
 Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly
 I used to build with the brothers by the spot
 They had to hustle but they still knew a lot
 To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene
 on Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean
 Then to Fulton just to look around
 Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown
 and check a movie or some shit like that
 I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat
 I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper
 Then one week later, she got me some sneakers
 But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep
 And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet
 But anyway I used to lay up in the crib
 Listening to Red and Marley, wishin I was on kid
 Saved my dough, stayed on the down low
 Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy, Hill and Gunsmoke
 And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped
 Nice off a L cause we stayed like that
 Sometimes I used to miss my moms
 Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night
 But I'ma be aight still
 Cause I'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills
 I'm gonna make it god damnit
 Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
 I never fake it just slam it
 Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet *echoes