Brooklyn Slaughter House

lyrics: I'm from the streets of Brooklyn, where it's kill or be killed Survival of the fittest, where the blood gets spilled In the slaughterhouse, where the wolves run wild You gotta watch your back, or you'll end up in denial Grew up in the projects, where the pain runs deep Where the sound of gunshots never let you sleep It's a concrete jungle, where the weak get devoured In the Brooklyn slaughterhouse, it's all about the power You gotta be a beast to make it out alive In a place where the strong thrive and the weak die It's a cold world, but I'm colder than ice In the Brooklyn slaughterhouse, I paid the price I've seen friends turn foes, enemies turn allies In the streets of Brooklyn, where the truth is all lies But I keep pushing forward, never looking back In the slaughterhouse, I'm the king of the pack I'm from the streets of Brooklyn, where it's kill or be killed Survival of the fittest, gotta stay skilled Raised in the struggle, where the pain is real Hustle hard, make a way, gotta make a deal Grew up in the projects, where the blocks stay hot Got a chip on my shoulder, but I'll never be forgot Gotta watch my back, 'cause the streets don't sleep But I hold my own, never fallin' to defeat From the corner to the corner, where the fiends all roam Tryna make a dollar, ain't no place like home Got my eyes on the prize, gotta make it out alive In this concrete jungle, only the strong survive So I grind every day, tryna make ends meet In this concrete jungle, where the wolves all eat I'm from the streets of Brooklyn, where it's kill or be killed But I'll never back down, I'll always stay fulfilled. I'm from the streets of Brooklyn, where it's kill or be killed Survival of the fittest, gotta stay skilled Hustling on the corner, trying to make a mill Every day's a struggle, gotta pay the bills Raised in the concrete jungle, where the wolves run wild Gotta watch your back, can't trust a fake smile Grew up with the hustlers, the dealers and the thieves But I'm just trying to make it, trying to achieve From the bottom to the top, that's where I'm headed No shortcuts, I grind hard, stay embedded In the streets of Brooklyn, where the struggle is real But I'm a warrior, never back down, I never kneel I'm from the streets of Brooklyn, where it's kill or be killed Gotta stay on my toes, never let my guard down, that's the deal Raised in the concrete jungle, where the strong survive Hustle hard, stay strapped, gotta stay alive