Gang Starr - The Planet lyrics

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