Brooklyn Trigga

Yeah,

look

They talkin' but they never walk it

Uh-huh

Watch how I step in the room (uh-huh) Heavy-weight steps,

we bringin' the boom (grrrt) Talk is cheap,

we makin' the moves Runnin' the

numbers, we got nothing to lose

Cold on the block and the wind is bitin'

Underneath the bridges, the spark is ignitin'

We came from the bottom,

no elevator rising

Staircase climbing, timing is shining (look) Every single track is a heavy

pressure cooker

Straight from the corner,

no time to be a looker (shhhhh)

Only the wind in the concrete canyons

Shadows we pass, they are our companions (yeah)

Watch how I step in the room (uh-huh) Heavy-weight steps,

we bringin' the boom (grrrt) Talk is cheap,

we makin' the moves Runnin' the numbers,

we got nothing to lose

We don't do the chatter,

we double the budget Throwing down lines and you know they can't

touch it Steel in the cold,

we are molding the future Stitching the cracks up,

no need for a suture (grrrt,

bow) We are the rhythm,

the pulse of the pavement

(bow, bow,

bow)

Yeah Signing off the block (shhhhh)