| Basically, know what I’m saying?
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| Basically and shit, we’re like this, man
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| As far as the music go
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| You got your watered down niggas
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| Then you got your happy-go-lucky niggas
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| Then you got your hardcore niggas and your underground niggas
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| Basically, it’s all drug blocks
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| Everybody selling their dope on their block
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| What we’re saying to ya’ll is like this
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| We got our shit sewed up
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| So don’t try and come on our block selling your synthetic shit
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| Cause you going to get blown up
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| It ain’t happening
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| New York State of Mind since Nasir dropped Illmatic
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| It Was Written, I’m painting pictures without a canvas
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| I’m a legend like AC, you are a fan
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| Total Request Live on Times Square, hand to hand
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| That was '99, married to the game
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| Say «I Do», throw the dope and the rice
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| Hand motion like the #1 Stunna
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| This Bird-Man, what’s the price
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| I’m trying to take over the summer nights
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| Willie Esco lost his vida, Velour suits that say Fila
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| I’m Old School like Will Ferrell but Soul For Real
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| Talking 'bout weight, gain a pound, ‘cause your body frail
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| I’m in the back of her mind just like a ponytail
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| Real underdog story, read my book
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| Better yet read my moves, inspire many with every line I spit
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| My attitude’s a living legend
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| Check my attributes, coke copper now the pen tell it
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| So magical, 119th, 122nd
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| You’re looking at the big dog, Beethoven 2nd
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| Not to mention, I don’t at niggas
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| Cause my henchmen could really clap niggas
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| Not just these rap niggas
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| A big difference with drug and rap dealers
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| There’s those that really deal it and those that never have
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| (That's the kind I don’t like) ‘Cause I really risk my freedom
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| And you lying to your fans, I should cut off both hands
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| You ain’t writing the truth, them sitcom rappers
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| They ain’t live in the booth, bye
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| I… keep it a hundred, that’s what real niggas do
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| I ain’t got to say I’m real, I got real nigga’s truth
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| I ain’t gotta say I’m sucka free, what real nigga do?
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| My actions make my words look real visible
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| With an 8th grade reading level, I’m lyrical
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| Ya’ll good kids embrace the life God giveth you
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| Papi, nigga! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last of the Po'Ricans , by - Bodega Bamz. Song from the album Strictly 4 My P.A.P.I.Z, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп