Nowhere to run nowhere to hide it's the Lordz of Brooklyn Kings County do or dienSwitchblades for the rumble we're Lordz we brass knucklenGraffiti never died I made my name in the tunnelnIt's all about the fame I came to rain on you warriorsnLordz...Come out to playnYou tried the rest try the best the L-O-R-D-Z of BrooklynnLike the Dodgers not the bums but we're the bombersnThere's a lotta sucker groups they be talkin' 'bout the troops but we burn themnmotherfuckers like tar beach on my roofnCause I been around the block doin' proud by my popnI said he worked on the dock busted chumps in his shopnnCause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the waynFrom your first cigarette to your last dyin' daynnTurn it up y'allnHere comes that soundnThe Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!nAgain and again and again and again and again and againnn[ADMoney]nOrganized freakin' crime dirty ducky boynA hot 110 on you little dumb toysnCause I crash ya bash ya straight up harass yanLemme tell ya something - Yo who the fuck asked ya?nIt's the Lordz of Brooklyn hittin' hard with a batnHere come the Lordz puttin' Brooklyn on the mapnYou can't get with that you can't get with thisnThe Lordz walk the tracks way deep in the RidgenTake a lotta pride stay the fuck off my turfnI'm feelin' kind of tipsy yo somebody's gettin' hurtnFrom the Verrazano Bridge to the brawls in the parknYo we claimed our mark bustin' heads in the barnSo step to the side I'm on the edge of suicidenTry to claim the fame I'ma snuff you in the eyenGive you a swift kick in the ass real fastnMess with AdMoney I'ma put you in the pastnI never pack a gatt cause I'd rather fight with a pipenJust like a fuckin' Guinea bring a knife to a gunfightnnTurn it up y'allnHere comes that soundnThe Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!nAgain and again and again and again and again and againnnCause you're listenin' to the Lordz of BrooklynnCouldn't understand it till your shit got tookin'nStep on my block hardrock get droppednKeep your mouth shut when you're talkin' to a copnHold it up hold it up L. O.B.'s at the doornJust another stick up everybody hit the floornWe're out Saturday night still stayin' alivenYou can find the Lordz of Brooklyn gettin' drunk in some divenWe're some pugilists not afraid to get our hands twistednLike the Duke got your grip put 'em up fight 'em bare fistednStrike picket make way for the union labornTicket tape parade I couldn't be no traitornnCause when you're a Lord you're a Lord all the waynFrom your first cigarette to your last dyin' daynnTurn it up y'allnHere comes that soundnThe Lordz of Brooklyn Sound!nAgain and again and again and again and again and again