Nowhere to run nowhere to hide it's the Lordz of Brooklyn Kings County do or die   Switchblades for the rumble we're Lordz we brass knuckle   Graffiti never died I made my name in the tunnel   It's all about the fame I came to rain on you warriors   Lordz...Come out to play   You tried the rest try the best the L-O-R-D-Z of Brooklyn   Like the Dodgers not the bums but we're the bombers   There's a lotta sucker groups they be talkin' 'bout the troops but we burn them   motherfuckers like tar beach on my roof   Cause I been around the block doin' proud by my pop   I said he worked on the dock busted chumps in his shop      Cause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the way   From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day      Turn it up y'all   Here comes that sound   The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!   Again and again and again and again and again and again      [ADMoney]   Organized freakin' crime dirty ducky boy   A hot 110 on you little dumb toys   Cause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass ya   Lemme tell ya something - Yo who the fuck asked ya?   It's the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin' hard with a bat   Here come the Lordz puttin' Brooklyn on the map   You can't get with that you can't get with this   The Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the Ridge   Take a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turf   I'm feelin' kind of tipsy yo somebody's gettin' hurt   From the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the park   Yo we claimed our mark bustin' heads in the bar   So step to the side I'm on the edge of suicide   Try to claim the fame I'ma snuff you in the eye   Give you a swift kick in the ass real fast   Mess with AdMoney I'ma put you in the past   I never pack a gatt cause I'd rather fight with a pipe   Just like a fuckin' Guinea bring a knife to a gunfight      Turn it up y'all   Here comes that sound   The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!   Again and again and again and again and again and again      Cause you're listenin' to the Lordz of Brooklyn   Couldn't understand it till your shit got tookin'   Step on my block hardrock get dropped   Keep your mouth shut when you're talkin' to a cop   Hold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the door   Just another stick up everybody hit the floor   We're out Saturday night still stayin' alive   You can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin' drunk in some dive   We're some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twisted   Like the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fisted   Strike picket make way for the union labor   Ticket tape parade I couldn't be no traitor      Cause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the way   From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day      Turn it up y'all   Here comes that sound   The Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!   Again and again and again and again and again and again