Gang Starr - The Planet Lyrics
[guru]Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getawayPacked my bags, to leave for good, it was a mondayKissed my mother, gave my pops a poundThen he hugged me, and then he turned aroundI threw the duffelbag over my shoulderIt was time to get props kid, cause now Im olderTime to fend for myself jackSo ima go for mine, and maybe never come backStopped at the lye spot before I hit the train stationNeeded some boom for the mental relaxationIt took the last of my loot to make this move troopBut I aint even tryin to work in a suitPlus my aunts got a room thats for rentAs long as theres no hoes and I dont come home bentSo ***** the bullshit Im audiIm on a mission, cause if I stay Ill go crazyIm gonna make it God damnitOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planetThey never fake it just slam itOut in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planetCrash boom bang I used to hang at four cornersAnd all the spots in beantown where niggaz carry burnersBut I was more turned on by the micraphoneSo one cold morning, I left homeNext Im smokin blunts on ?Or workin in a mail room uptown, feelin sick andTired, of payin all these *****ed up duesI wasnt tryin to lose -- I refusedHad a chick uptown, one in queens and one in jerseySometimes all you need to get by, is a girlieBut yo I still wasnt happyI seen a lot of ill shit on my block, happen nightlyEast new york is no joke kidAnd peace to my man hass doin his badI went to flatbush to buy incense and weedStopped at the bookstands for somethin to readThat shit was rough cause my pockets was bareAnd like the sayin goes, sometimes life aint fairBut in my heart there aint no quittinSo I stayed up late, to write some rhymes to some rhythmsSeconds away from just flippinBut *****it Ill maintain, one day Ill be hittinSee ima make it God damnitOut in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planetIll never fake it just slam itThere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planetAnd you can, walk the walk talk the talk but dont flauntCause little shortys scheamin on your rings and frontsBut dont sweat it, cause thats the life out hereA lot of niggaz, be livin real trife out hereI got my own place in bed-stuyKnown to many others, as do or dieMalcolm x boulevard and gates avenueSmokin up the fat trey bags with the crewMe and the niggaz troy and squeakyUsed to twist dutch masters, we got nice weeklyI used to build with the brothers by the spotThey had to hustle but they still knew a lotTo get my haircut had to go to fort greeneOn myrtle ave, to get a fade with the sides cleanThen to fulton just to look aroundJust to roam around, and find a chick to go uptownAnd check a movie or some shit like thatI couldnt spend much but yo my game was fatI remember this one chick, she brought me a beeperThen one week later, she got me some sneakersBut then I stepped, cause I found out about her repAnd I aint goin out bein no *****s petBut anyway I used to lay up in the cribListening to red and marley, wishin I was on kidSaved my dough, stayed on the down lowLounged and drank 40s with tommy, hill and gunsmokeAnd lil dap used to come by strappedNice off a l cause we stayed like thatSometimes I used to miss my momsGunshots in the twilight, people fightin every nightBut ima be aight stillCause ima keep writin shit and perfectin my skillsIm gonna make it God damnitHere in b-r-double-o-k-lyn, the planetI never fake it just slam itHere in b-r-o-o-k-lyn, the planet *echoes*
