MC adolf

WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT We gonna do it like this Anytime you re ready, check it I got seven Mack 11 s, about eight 38 s Nine 9 s, ten mack tens, the shits never ends You can t touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks That s how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body So don t resist, or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give mc s the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the DECK My slow flow s remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yeyo That s crazy blunts, mad L s My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God, I m droppin shit like a pigeon I hope you re listenin, smackin babies at they christening