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big up to brooklyn; just the verses
Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| Birthdays was the worst days/Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay | 8 |
| Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight/Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade | 6 |
| It was all a dream/I used to read Word Up magazine/Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine | 3 |
| Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis/When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this | 3 |
| Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood/And it's still all good | 3 |
| We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us/No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us | 2 |
| Livin' life without fear/Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears | 2 |
| Now honies play me close like butter played toast/From the Mississippi down to the east coast | 2 |
| And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day/Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way | 2 |
| Uh, damn right I like the life I live/'Cause I went from negative to positive/And it's all... | 1 |
| And she loves to show me off, of course/Smiles every time my face is up in The Source | 1 |
| Phone bill about two G's flat/No need to worry, my accountant handles that | 1 |
| Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack/With the hat to match | 1 |
| Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha/You never thought that hip hop would take it this far | 1 |
| Condos in Queens, indo for weeks/Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak | 1 |
| I'm blowin' up like you thought I would/Call the crib, same number same hood/It's all good | 1 |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner/Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner | 0 |
| Hangin' pictures on my wall/Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl | 0 |
| I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped/Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock | 0 |
| Thinkin' back on my one-room shack/Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back | 0 |
| And my whole crew is loungin'/Celebratin' every day, no more public housin' | 0 |
| The Moet and Alize keep me pissy/Girls used to diss me/Now they write letters 'cause they miss me | 0 |
| 50 inch screen, money green leather sofa/Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur | 0 |
| I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff/I was too used to packin' gats and stuff | 0 |
| Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri/Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky | 0 |
| Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool/Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school | 0 |
| I made the change from a common thief/To up close and personal with Robin Leach | 0 |
― 69, Friday, 21 May 2010 18:43 (sixteen years ago)
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