Brooklyn! Uh  yeah! Now  check this shit out
 Verse one: O.C.
 Now check this motherfucking capo right here
 Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
 We gon' jam when its time to blast!
 Big niggaz that rap  we bout to get in your ass
 We done played the background  ay yo all my peops
 I'm naming names  fuck it  it's on
 I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn shit
 With this ten-man clique
 Who don't know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
 And if you ever think it can't happen to you
 You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
 I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
 I flipped the word around, nigga, this means WAR
 Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map forever
 To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
 With Mike, go get the guns when its time to shoot
 To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
 (Come on)

 Chorus:

 Flatbush *cut and scratched*
 --Crown Heights-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"
 Brownsville *cut and scratched* (Firing Squad)
 "Thought I'd remind y'all" *scratching*
 Bushwick *cut and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"
 ?? *cut and scratched*
 --East New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

 Verse two: Lil' Fame

 I used to roll 'em, this is a holdup
 MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your whole shit swole
 up
 This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping dude
 I'm still a black cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
 (Try to act rude) Play the mascott
 With your clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
 Clap, shot the body, I'm keeping it real
 That cartoon ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill
 That whole shit was animation, immitation
 When I shipped that ass on out, like immigration
 Ways of Emancipation, Proclamation
 Constitutional rights, the LAST GENERATION
 Your facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
 Flippin this track with O.C.
 Niggaz know we, hold this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
 Where guns spark and leave them things smoking, nigga!

 Chorus

 Verse three: Billy Danze

 Hot damn! Danze shot your head
 Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
 (Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were gone
 So the balance that I wrote like ???, we're taking on
 Put the rest of that shit in the bag
 I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
 (Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my destiny
 I only got love for the thugs that's next to me
 (Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
 *pause* I told ya, I'm real!
 And I've been doing a double danly
 Everyone ?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
 Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be even
 I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to believe in
 (Life is full of obstacles!) so keep weeping
 (At 24-years old) My only goal is too keep breathing

 *scratching* --Brooklyn-- "Thought I'd remind y'all