The Bush

歌詞

Brooklyn, New York, Flatbush to be specific Is the topic of the composition, so people, if it Offends, I recommend you get off, you soft tush Come down, come around to the Bush, the Bush Live in the Bush, Flatbush, that is the place Where I rest with the blessed, don't jest, it is a waste To try, you might die, so I abort the mission Try to fight, you might end up in critical condition Cause we don't take shorts, not here, not in the Bush And if you wanna get around, you gotta know how to push The boys make noise and the girls be slappin curls out the head Try to fight back, black, you get dead In the Bush The Bush We got the brothers with the heads in dreads On the corners like pigeons Smokin marijuana but it's their religions We got the others on the pipe tip Goin on the flight trip Soon on the toon, your mother will right-grip Basin up the world, chasin up the girls The fire got too high till you're facin up your curls Now you're burned, learned your lesson Stop messin with the crack, black, cause now look how you're dressin Chokin and totin on the pipes and the woolers While the dealers are your friends with the Benz plus medullahs And rings, they're kings because of what they push And they're part of the heart in the Bush, the Bush I'm Special Ed, and yes, I'm takin it all The school that I attend is Ersamus Hall Live in Flatbush, yes, I'm on No, I'm not a god, but my word is bond I got the knowledge, wisdom, understandin Not fussy, but demandin No, I'm wise, understand Mess with me, I break your hand Stop your heart, take your breath With the diagnose of death Remove your brain from your skull Make ya dumb, make ya dull Sow you up and cut your hair Put you in a science fair Tell em that your name is John Make you a phenomenon Freak of nature, make em hate ya Not a girl will ever date ya So step off, because you're soft, and I'm a soldier Go get your crew, and you can tell em what I told ya Tell em how I burned ya, how you got dissed Then form a line, so I can add em to the list If you come to the Bush keep a low pro Cause you might catch a knot or a shot or a blow To the face in this place, if you base you will be broken Comin off the train you gotta pay another token What this means is, you pay for your protection Pay a fee and never see a reflection Again, my friend, or rather foe, you know the deal Either hear or feel Choose one, but at least you got an option Be my son or be up for adoption Why in heaven's name would you diss? Do you wanna kiss a fist? We can do this, properly, you're on my property This ain't a game, but you can say it's a monopoly Cause I control the total supply, and you're the user Akshun makes the cuts and Howie Tee is the producer We make it or break it, so take it just like that Yes yes y'all, we're all from Flat- Bush, the Bush