Take It Back to Brooklyn

Yeah, ahh, yeah, baby c'mon

C'mon, c'mon... baby c'mon... break it down

Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn)

Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn)

Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn)

Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn)

I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get

On the dance floor, hot rhyme funky shit

Niggas always wanna step to me

Thinking is he really raw as he say he be

If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor

You be hearing "Boo; he ain't hardcore"

Then you play like you live up, won't survive

Coming in popping all that jive, but can't get a vibe

I'm an average man, G-O-D fam

Let it be known it's the jam, Wu-Tang Clan

Coming through, and threw you boys back

So throw ya hands in the air, and then you don't care

Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be or by

You be hopping on my shit just like a fly

Bzzzzz, all around, this dirty and stinking sound down to the ground

What, what, what you wanna do, what you wanna do when I'm coming for you

I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby, baby

Wu-Tanging, flip and ah' scripting

You can test my skills, but niggas must be tripping

Coked up, I'm sniffing, clip and wanna piffing

I'm not old, peace, so save that old shit for Andy Griffin

You start to flip, now you slip, cuz you flipping

While you sleep, I be the God on pimp like Scottie Pippen

As I jump on stage, cold rip or flip a, show

Trip or rip a, ho, play like Bo

Jackson, while I'm taxing, I'm asking

Relaxing, flip backs in, laying tracks in...