Throw it up - Will Tell

Run up, bumrush

Brooklyn, throw your guns up

Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens

Everybody, throw your guns up!

We from Brooknam to the day that we D.O.A

We from Brookmam—(We don’t play)—we want cheddar

Nachos, Frito, Lays. Hold tight—heat gonna spray

Duck down. Brooklyn niggas bust rounds

BX style or Bucktown, uptown or downtown

Five boroughs that thoroughly rep

Brooklyn Bridge, Verrazano, Madison Square

Yankees Stadium, JFK, gats in the air

All my niggas, throw your gats in the air. Word up

Brooklyn niggas, throw your gats in the air. Throw it up

Run up, bumrush

Brooklyn, throw your guns up

Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens

Everybody, throw your guns up!

I run up with my guns up towards the sky

Lit like a roman candle on the fourth of July

BK, QU. You know, all of those guys

Shaolin and uptown that put four in your ride

BX trees familiar, get all of us high

Fuck Circle Line—I take you on a tour through NY

Look, there goes my duns on the corner, playing rummy

Look, here’s goes my gun tall, but give me your money

Now I could buy trees, roll it, dip it in honey

And how I say, «Please,» and putting six in your tummy

Put your guns up whether you Crip or you Bloody

Brooklyn Ac' bumrush with our hands tucked like Al Bundy

Run up, bumrush

Brooklyn, throw your guns up

Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens

Everybody, throw your guns up!

If you a 2−1-2 or a 7−1-8

NYC up to NY State

Throw your guns up, put your two fingers and your thumbs up

We from the land of the gutters and the dump trucks

Brass knuckles, night sticks and nunchucks

Street crime, transit cops, and drug busts

The 5-O's, you can’t stop the bumrush

Brooklyn Ac' do it uncut and untouched

Run up, bumrush

Brooklyn, throw your guns up

Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens

Everybody, throw your guns up!

I’m Brooknam and it shows in my flows and my style

Dirty Gowanus Canal, uptown to Roosevelt Isle

Pick up the rocks of the white in Washington Heights

At Grand Concourse, you dance with the mamis all night

All-city, all-boroughs who left racks of Marlboro

Your type soft—nigga, you ain’t from Wyckoff

Get wiped off the face of the planet. Brooklyn

Step in Queensbridge and leave shooken with your beef tooken

Rolled through Van Duzer in a Land Cruiser

Made a hard mill, but still get the L’s from Park Hill

We spark still. BK niggas hard to kill

Hold a 43 while spit squad guard the ‘Ville

It’s kill or be killed in the city we live in

Giuliani’s KKK—Block's vote: send him to prison

Run up, bumrush

Brooklyn, throw your guns up

Bronx and Shaolin uptown, down to Queens

Everybody, throw your guns up!