Lyrics Masta Killa

Masta Killa

Brooklyn King

[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice]

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing

This is how I do my Thing

[Verse 1]

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling

Dare a motherfucker to swing

Lose arm, I'm calm stayin' heavily armed

Well protected, Heart rip cage chest is slowly plexus

Rugged Profile peep honey child checkin' my style

Quick Wallets are fuck, slick wit it talk, East New York

Get a guns buck, back them down

You know the sound, when they see auto spit fully

Baron Bully, Timberland Boot, Black Hoody, Fitted Black Skully

You still on that bullshit, I can't get it out of me

Why should I switch the Prescription ?

The Whole World vibin' to what I'm Prescibin'

Keep the Jam livin'

[Masta Killa in Whispery Voice]

Ding, ding, ding, ding

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing

[Hook: Masta Killa]

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling

Dare a motherfucker to swing

You know his Thing

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding

[Verse 2]

Uh, we ain't goin' home 'til the last blood's gone

Head strong enough to break Bone

Peace to the God y'all boned

Tell Universe to love and scent

Missed seein' him on the Ave. a little longer and bent

Yea it's another day in the Hood

I got my Money from the Block

Now I'm gon' cop somethin' fly

To rock for the rest of the Week

Prefer heart, not the drop slippin' of to the beat

Not the sweet smellin' sex in my Passenger seat

Pretty feet on my Dashboard sippin' her drink

Pretty Brown Eyes, Pretty Brown Thighs

All Wise Intelligent Eyes

See you spread Butterfly, Pretty ass high

Slang Supreme Marble, I beat the Terrible Reign

Dirty South, Carolina Game, cockin' again

Hear the Guns bust, can be spittin' like this

High risk for MC's vocal anesthetic for your head Rush

[Hook: Masta Killa]

Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing

Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling

Dare a motherfucker to swing

You know his Thing

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding

[Verse 3]

Now you see how the Crowd response when I get on

You'll neva last in this Square when I enter

Brooklyn - also known as Good Lookin'

Crooklyn - slidin' through your Central Bookin'

Knocked on the Friendly charge that got dropped

So I copped po' basin' wit the Five year pendin'

Can't count the Blessin'

Caught another case in the mix, Now I'm stressin'

Power to the People to Sequel, spark the people

See you at a Town near you, Comin' WU