| V Don
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| Salute, God
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| Tanboys
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| Just rap, music slash visionary
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| Dodge the pen with the pen, not the cemetery
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| Lyrically push the envelope with every mp3 released
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| More rappers deceased
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| The game needs a sweep, look before you seek
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| Pull up in a Rolls, a rose out concrete
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| Grew up on the Lox, underrated like Sheek
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| They were told, so they old, not you, but me
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| Drop the price to kill competition
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| Cop two chains, my ice like repetition
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| I don’t fabricate, tell lies or predictions
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| I’m a soldier at war, Tom Cruise through the mission
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| Accomplished with precision, those words too big for ya
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| Let me make it simpler, just to get rid of ya
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| King of Manhattan, wearing chancletas
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| Tan flag, que bonita bandera
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the hood saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the bitches saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the killers saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the dealers saying
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| Chincilla in the summer how you fake
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| Don’t turn into a Mark for the ice like Messier
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| I’ma bring back agua, stop reaching for the well
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| I leave the scene messy like Lionel
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| Double S, Chevy Chevelle
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| Head spin like Latrell, robbin', givin' niggas hell
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| Kept the iron like Mike, Tyson
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| The center of attention in NY, so why continue writin'?
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| Fool, why continue fightin'
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| When your heart pump sixteen handles?
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| Before I turned eighteen, Papi lit up sixteen candles
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| Break a beat down to the sample, middle finger
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| Fuck you, suck a dick, then I say thank you
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| Grateful for the dead, that’s word to Jesus sandels
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| King of uptown, wearing chancletas
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| Tan flag, que bonita bandera
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the hood saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the bitches saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the killers saying
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| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
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| I got the dealers saying |