Lob sound

Cause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the way
From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day


Turn it up y'all
Here comes that sound
The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!
Again and again and again and again and again and again

[Verse Two: performed by ADMoney]
Organized freakin' crime dirty ducky boy
A hot 110 on you little dumb toys
Cause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass ya
Lemme tell ya something - Yo who the fuck asked ya?
It's the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin' hard with a bat
Here come the Lordz puttin' Brooklyn on the map
You can't get with that you can't get with this
The Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the Ridge
Take a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turf
I'm feelin' kind of tipsy yo somebody's gettin' hurt
From the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the park
Yo we claimed our mark bustin' heads in the bar
So step to the side I'm on the edge of suicide
Try to claim the fame I'ma snuff you in the eye
Give you a swift kick in the ass real fast
Mess with AdMoney I'ma put you in the past
I never pack a gatt cause I'd rather fight with a pipe
Just like a fuckin' Guinea bring a knife to a gunfight



[Verse Three]
Cause you're listenin' to the Lordz of Brooklyn
Couldn't understand it till your shit got tookin'
Step on my block hardrock get dropped
Keep your mouth shut when you're talkin' to a cop
Hold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the door
Just another stick up everybody hit the floor
We're out Saturday night still stayin' alive
You can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin' drunk in some dive
We're some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twisted
Like the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fisted
Strike picket make way for the union labor
Ticket tape parade I couldn't be no traitor