Go Harder

Chorus:

(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard)
You knew I was coming nigga
(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard) Yeah
(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard) What?
(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard) Ugh, listen Up
M-A-R-C-Y, I blast back, hold that (yeah)
M-A-R-C-Y, I blast back, hold that

[Verse: 1]
This is a AJ Sporter, black British walker
Fox fur collar, quarter field, three quarter
A quiet menace, marauding the bed stuy borders
With a hottie named shottie, with her nose sawed off her
The Marcy phenom, the key to the kingdom
The greater be a hater, motherfucker dream on
Them streets ain't with cha, half moon head nigga (yeah)
Just regurgitating what I spoon fed, nigga
You dare compare yourself to Jackie Robinson
You jack and rob and sin on your own family and friends
Blood money, kill charges and mandates
You can dodge the pen, but can’t steal my fanbase
Let's put things in its' proper place
That ‘S’ on your chest (What?) son give it a rest…
This is Darkseid, and this is Doomsday
And I can't even put on record what the goons say
Stop lyin', come to grips, momma work double shifts
So you scrounge for food and school milk from Chase crib
Protected by the brothers but you branched out
Cutthroats, made new alliances, just so you can stand out
You talk tough but your gun ain't speak
Real G's held you down, you were stupid and weak (That's right)
The truth uncovered, low life I love it
We ain't all bred thorough, but all hail the borough
King's County

(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard)
JAZ-O, The godfather, I knock harder
(Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard)
(Brooklyn, we go hard)
But not Carter
M-A-R-C-Y, I blast back, hold that
M-A-R-C-Y, I blast back, hold that

[Verse 2]
Let’s Really take it back... eh yo
Hip-hop I was in Marcy park
Bird Niggas ?? before dark
It was me, and crew K.G Duncan and Dr. D (and JAY-Z)
You mean bubble-lips Sean? that’s later on (hahaha)
He wasn't raised up where I am from (nah)
By the time I met him I was already a legend
My man Nike from the shirt kings around my way so that I can teach him a lesson (teach him a lesson)
I rhymed first and they ended the session
Till I said let me hear him even though I am so deaf man
The neophyte graduated to freshman
It is obvious, dude got it way confused
I did it for Eric Oliver who lay with the flower buds
Begged me a 100 times to write my first rhyme
I love hip-hop but I do it for Marcy
My family, friends, enemies
I do it for Stevey Steve, Derick and Dow
Peth and Baldy, Danny Dan, Kev Redmeck, Cap and Telow
Not two ? below nor do they rest in the sky
They a part of the heart that bring out the best in your guy
Got this artificial gangster testing your guy
Wearing his "I can be the best nigga disguise"
Told y’all before, some cats are actors
Some dudes are grown, some manufactured