The Planet

<br>[Guru]<br>Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway<br>Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday<br>Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound<br>Then he hugged me, and then he turned around<br>I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder<br>It was time to get props kid, cause now I`m older<br>Time to fend for myself jack<br>So I`ma go for mine, and maybe never come back<br>Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station<br>Needed some boom for the mental relaxation<br>It took the last of my loot to make this move Troop<br>But I ain`t even tryin to work in a suit<br>Plus my aunt`s got a room that`s for rent<br>As long as there`s no hoes and I don`t come home bent<br>So fuck the bullshit I`m audi<br>I`m on a mission, cause if I stay I`ll go crazy<br>I`m gonna make it god damnit<br>Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet<br>They never fake it just slam it<br>Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet<br><br>Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners<br>And all the spots in Beantown where niggaz carry burners<br>But I was more turned on by the micraphone<br>So one cold morning, I left home<br>Next I`m smokin blunts on ?<br>Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and<br>tired, of payin all these fucked up dues<br>I wasn`t tryin to lose -- I refused<br>Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey<br>Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie<br>But yo I still wasn`t happy<br>I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly<br>East New York is no joke kid<br>And peace to my man Hass doin his bad<br>I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed<br>Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read<br>That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare<br>and like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain`t fair<br>But in my heart there ain`t no quittin<br>So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms<br>Seconds away from just flippin<br>But fuckit I`ll maintain, one day I`ll be hittin<br>See I`ma make it god damnit<br>Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet<br>I`ll never fake it just slam it<br>There in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet<br><br>And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don`t flaunt<br>Cause little shorty`s scheamin on your rings and fronts<br>but don`t sweat it, cause that`s the life out here<br>A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here<br>I got my own place in Bed-Stuy<br>Known to many others, as Do or Die<br>Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue<br>Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew<br>Me and the niggaz Troy and Squeaky<br>Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly<br>I used to build with the brothers by the spot<br>They had to hustle but they still knew a lot<br>To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene<br>on Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean<br>Then to Fulton just to look around<br>Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown<br>and check a movie or some shit like that<br>I couldn`t spend much but yo my game was fat<br>I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper<br>Then one week later, she got me some sneakers<br>But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep<br>And I ain`t goin out bein no bitch`s pet<br>But anyway I used to lay up in the crib<br>Listening to Red and Marley, wishin I was on kid<br>Saved my dough, stayed on the down low<br>Lounged and drank 40`s with Tommy, Hill and Gunsmoke<br>And Lil` Dap used to come by strapped<br>Nice off a L cause we stayed like that<br>Sometimes I used to miss my moms<br>Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night<br>But I`ma be aight still<br>Cause I`ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills<br>I`m gonna make it god damnit<br>Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet<br>I never fake it just slam it<br>Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet *echoes*