5 Boroughs

KRS One

Composed by: Cameron Giles/J. Graham/L. Parker/R. Noble/W. Broady/Waymon Reed
featuring Buckshot Cam'Ron Keith Murray Killah Priest 
Prodigy of Mobb Deep Redman Run of Run D.M.C. and Vigilante 

Yo yo brand new KRS y'all Maximum Strength 
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death 
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx.. 

[KRS One] 
We hit em and get em we stick em and jig em 
we pick em and kick em 
Flippin them whip and I'm wing clippin them lip 
cause I'm cold sick of them 
Much quicker than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe 
be on a Quest like Tip and them 
On every avenue puttin the full clip in em 
Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round 
into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them 
Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms 
I don't even consider them 
In the new millenium we killin them 
Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em 
Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them 
We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them 
We originate styles, other be stealin them 

[Vigilante] 
You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? 
Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest 
Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see 
if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow 
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin 
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin 
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out 
How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse 

[Buckshot] 
Let's take a walk through Crown Heights 
Steppin through the city at night, with the ? and two mic 
Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs 
Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo 
Back on the block, I see the cops everybody clockin 
Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked 
Why not? You see the recipe 
Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie 

[Keith Murray] 
I'm from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y 
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high 
Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} 
And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch 
Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch 
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs 
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day 
Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay 
Put your money on it, yo we never fronted 
Long Island got some of the best {niggaz} that ever done it 
From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch 
{Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance 
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale 
Comin deep from the depths of hell 
I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin 
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island 

[Cam'Ron] 
We destroy {niggaz}, need advice, cause I heard em sayin Jesus Christ 
You should see the sight, cookin ox-tail, peas and rice 
Makin about a G a night, they can't read or write 
But I got every creed and type, you need a dyke, babygirl I see the light 
But sometime y'all get crimey crimey, grimy grimy 
But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny 
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son 
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man 

[?] 
Uptown massive, Uptown the borough 
Uptown let the ? kali, no sorrow 
Uptown trestle, Uptown of course 
I grab you ? they got me turn up to North 
And if dem turn up North ? hurt no tell de boss 
And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts 
And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss 
De rap dancehall try on de Mossinos 
And if dem tie me off, dem can call me Cedro 
I put a rap to singalong in all de ? crew 
And if da gal a bitch ? ? the rainbow 
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

[Killah Priest] 
Yo, hit you with the force of an iron horse 
Tear your face off the planet, leavin one-third damaged 
Witcha back cracked the earth canvas, leavin mountains slanted 
Rock the earth of the axle, crabs who 
Polar bears beneath the sea gravel 
Thoughts be runnin wild like the Lil' Rascals 
Puttin dinosaurs inside of figure fours, rip you with nine inch claws 
Chasin {motherfuckers} through malls, and clash in halls 
Beatin {motherfuckers} through walls, stompin through floors 
and jumpin down elevator shafts 
Searchin for they {ass}, stayin low in the grass 
Wearin a gas mask, wrappin their hands up in plastic bags 
On stage like a savage goin mad 
WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! 

[Prodigy] 
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it 
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often 
Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood 
Took your ladies back to the projects with us 
Then sent her {ass} back on the Q-train home 
Satisfied, she learned the words to my thug song 
See we one big borough of Dons with firearms 
And we never use those, til the man act 
other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do? 
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat 
Shoes get pissed at 

[Redman] 
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows 
The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth 
Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs 
And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff 
My paragraph alone is worth five mics (uh-huh) 
A twelve song LP, that's thirty-six mics (uh-huh) 
And while you win Un Hype (uh-huh) I spit on your snipe 
and tell you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike 
Brick City!! 

[Reverand Run] 
Aiyyo.. now bust it 
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me 
I be Little like your Rascals and stymie to fly that hiney 
Buy me keys, to my Benz and my Coupe 
Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group 
(now speed it up) 
Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme 
I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured 
Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was 
Never been that {nigga} 
If you really wanna test me, brother don't stress me 
Or you just be bowlin 
It's Reverand like a Jesse, brother that's just me 
and that's just my colon 

The five boroughs of death, we rep to death 
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep 
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot 
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real 
when the five boroughs of death, we rep to death 
Step aside little {niggaz}, show time yep 
It's goin down the moment we inside the spot 
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets hot
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