Gang Starr: The planet

[Guru] Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound Then he hugged me, and then he turned around I threw the duffelbag over my shoulder It was time to get props kid, cause now I'm older Time to fend for myself jack So I'ma go for mine, and maybe never come back Stopped at the lye spot before I hit the train station Needed some boom for the mental relaxation It took the last of my loot to make this move Troop But I ain't even tryin to work in a suit Plus my aunt's got a room that's for rent As long as there's no hoes and I don't come home bent So fuck the bullshit I'm audi I'm on a mission, cause if I stay I'll go crazy I'm gonna make it god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet They never fake it just slam it Out in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet Crash boom bang I used to hang at Four Corners And all the spots in Beantown where niggaz carry burners But I was more turned on by the micraphone So one cold morning, I left home Next I'm smokin blunts on ? Or workin in a mail room Uptown, feelin sick and tired, of payin all these fucked up dues I wasn't tryin to lose -- I refused Had a chick Uptown, one in Queens and one in Jersey Sometimes all you need to get by, is a girlie But yo I still wasn't happy I seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightly East New York is no joke kid And peace to my man Hass doin his bad I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed Stopped at the bookstands for somethin to read That shit was rough cause my pockets was bare and like the sayin goes, sometimes life ain't fair But in my heart there ain't no quittin So I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythms Seconds away from just flippin But fuckit I'll maintain, one day I'll be hittin See I'ma make it god damnit Out in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet I'll never fake it just slam it There in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts but don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here A lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out here I got my own place in Bed-Stuy Known to many others, as Do or Die Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew Me and the niggaz Troy and Squeaky Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly I used to build with the brothers by the spot They had to hustle but they still knew a lot To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene on Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean Then to Fulton just to look around Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown and check a movie or some shit like that I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper Then one week later, she got me some sneakers But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet But anyway I used to lay up in the crib Listening to Red and Marley, wishin I was on kid Saved my dough, stayed on the down low Lounged and drank 40's with Tommy, Hill and Gunsmoke And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped Nice off a L cause we stayed like that Sometimes I used to miss my moms Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night But I'ma be aight still Cause I'ma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills I'm gonna make it god damnit Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet I never fake it just slam it Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet *echoes*