Crooklyn’s Finest lyrics

[Intro]
Straight from Brooklyn, better known as Crooklyn
Never taken shorts cause Brooklyn's the borough

[Verse 1: D.I.]
Yo...so I guess I'm supposed to give a f*ck
When I'm from a town where the attitude is stick 'em up
Pick 'em up, lift a clown in the air
Collision and cruise and it just ain't fair
Oh yeah... throw your neighborhoods in the air
Wave 'em around like you just don't care
As you can see I'm on some New York sh*t
Ride around in a whip with my BK clip
And you know done expanded and mixed it down
Linked up with some dudes from across the town
So... b*tch n*ggas better show respect
Either that or you can f*ck around and catch you a tech
And I'm not talkin' b-ball, talkin' about
When the drama pop off, I'mma really come and see y'all
See y'all, it's nothing to do
I wrote this rhyme in a cab on my way to the stoop
I'm so true, and you just don't get it
The flow that I kick is so exquis-idn't it?
The hot spit it, who'd the next fire?
DI on the track with Mr. eXquire
I don't know I can't see your peeps
I guess it must be something 'bout a primo beat
That make a n*gga wanna show my ass
But I respect the classic track I'mma show some class