Group Home - 12 OClock LYRICS

[Lil Dap (of Group Home)]
Hmm, hmm
About 12 O'Clock Brooklyn when this shit took place
Fake niggas on the ground, fakin moves in BK
Yo they coming far beyond, coming to Brook-lan
Never think it could happen when shit lives on
You should of called me when you got over the Brooklyn Bridge
These evil ass tryfe kids only got one life to live
Niggas never should of fucked around with Lil Dap
Coming straight from the streets where the rhymes react
Group Home, reign supreme coming through with my team
For ya faggot ass niggas shining infa red beams
BK to the fullest, to the day that we die
Open my eyes, a seventh day a new surprise
Wondering why, niggas in the hood, they die
Mothers they cry, niggas busting shots in the sky
Smoking my la, I only want a piece of the pie...

[Interlude]
Yo son, whatup whatup son? I'm downstairs
Buzz the door man, all these niggas man, these niggas
lookin at my clothes and shit
Man these niggas know I ain't in from out here man
Son whatup son? let me up buzz the D-door son
Come on park, you know I don't really know BK like that man
Whut the ah? yo whatups son, YO
Son I got this bit-ish with me, she scared son, whatup son?
These niggas beaming my shit son, I don't got my
ch-rome whatsup?

[Nicky Bondz (of Rose Family)]
I'm downstairs, in front of the building
Niggas rolling dice, smoking,
we probably ain't cuttin their eyes at my ice
And shorty on my arm,
even though I've been with Screw back ";Remain calm";
Hope the gat ain't line me up and buzz the intercom
Look to my left, I've seen this cat throw his hoodie on
Yo what's the verdict?
For my herc, I fuck around and get murdered
Came to Brooklyn, nigga I'd rob on