Half-a-mill Where Bk At? Lyrics

Where Bk At? Lyrics










  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








(Biggie Sample)

Where BK at? Where BK at?

(Repeat 4x)



Verse 1:

We gon' blow off the roof ya'll

I cop somethin' from the juice bar

holdin', rollin' in a new car

BK be my borough, mad thorough

make sure that cash double

gats blast through your ass muscle

I got the pieces to the puzzle

my Dogs don't wear leashes or muzzles

everyday's a hustle

we used to roam the streets, hoppin' trains, back of the bus too

play stick ball

now we stick ya'll

out to get it all, been through it and did it all

wit' it all, plan to cop a new World and split it all

been rich, been poor

spendin' ends in the Benz store

shittin' like Diarrhea

with enough cash to buy Aaliyah 

buy her some weed, drive high speed, take her to the projects and beat

her

my name Mill, pack Millimeters

silver heater, tracks kill the speaker

ill speaker, ill wisdom leaker

build from the street up

real from my feet up

Mill 'bout to heat up a meal you can eat up

I'm from the streets where them crooks is at

what you lookin' at? 

Where Brooklyn at?



Chorus - 

Where ya at? where ya at?

(Where Brooklyn at? where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?)

(Repeat 4x)



Verse 2:

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, funky funky fresh

I be the greatest entertainer since Dough E. Fresh

bring the pain like my Man Kane

Gucci frames like Dana Dane

it ain't a game, but things change

still spit flames, lyrical flame

lyrical rain, my slang bang and injure your brain

with minimal game rap indivuals get slain

go get your crew

whoever you bring is gonna lose

officialist dude

who wants a lyricists fued?

I'll make lyrical food out of you gimmickal fools

give him some weed, give him some dust, give him some booze

he ain't ballin', he fallin', better give him some room

he him up, split him up, let his bodyguards get him up

we party hard in Brooklyn and we don't give a fuck

of course money, I floss money like Sauce Money

pop Cris' and poor bubbly 'till we all ugly

I'm a Mack, chicks all love me

whether on the train or in a Porsche buggy

I get brain lovely

4.6 Range, keep the change money

Jigga, Bleek, and Dame is doin' they thing Money

M.O.P.'s a friend of me, Buckshot's the energy

Cocoa Brovaz a kin to me, O.G.C.'s the entity

I'm a real MC, somethin' most pretend to be

but you get fried in the end when you pretend to be....from them streets

where the crooks is at

what you lookin' at?

Where Brooklyn at?



Chorus - 



Verse 3:

Rap cats wanna screw me

who me? my crew be unruly like B.I.G. thats why I brung Uzi's

who wanna move me?

I'll send shots through your Coogi

hop in a Benz drop Coupe smoothly

dippin' through blocks when I lick shots

rippin' through drops

Sinister plots

sinnin' to deminish your spot

criminal niggas with knots

glistenin' watch, Linen's is hot

keep lyricists fearin' to rock 

mission is stopped 

we gon' do it like this to the top 

twistin' the pot

don't get it twisted or I'm twistin' your knot

pickin' the lock 

what I spit leaves your sick in your socks

kickin' the box, mad rappers lookin' at Ox  

I smash rappers

stocked in this market, I crash rappers

slash rappers, they nothin' but garbage so I trash rappers

front on me and be ass backwards

I got it mastered, pack gats to blast Bastards

I'm from the streets where them Crooks is at

what you lookin' at?

Where Brooklyn at?



Chorus