| Check it out y’all
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| A one two
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| How you say it Dap?
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| One two
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| Yeah nigga
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| East New York style we keep it live if you know what I mean
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| Play no motherfucking games
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| Ride beats like waves nigga
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| Run these hoes like slaves
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| Play games with a nigga dont know what the fuck’s going on
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| Yo I destroy anything that steps in my path
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| Collect mad cash now you do the math
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| I live mad fast cause I roll like a raida
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| And I got them bullets that will go up inside-ya
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| Nigga I will fry-ya
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| Fucking with me
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| If you can’t see yo thats catastrophy
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| I’ll blast your ass nigga do you wanna see
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| I’m pissy drunk, drunk of that Hennessy
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| Man it’s all raw to the core
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| Watch me once more
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| Big Daps in the house about to get raw
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| Core to the earth
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| Watch this new birth
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| Lyrically and mentally lets kill the whole earth
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| What, on an autobahn
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| Going real far, driving like a mother F-er looking like a star
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| Pacific’s on the side, looking real fly
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| Drivin' in the moonlight, Dave on the side
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| Yo, yo
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| I’m a grown man little boy don’t play those games
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| Straight from east New York Brooklyn I will snatch your chain
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| Sit you down talk to you or lace you with flame
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| I’m a grown man little boy don’t play those games
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| Straight from east New York Brooklyn I will snatch your chain
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| Sit you down talk to you or lace you with flame
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| I’m a grown man little boy don’t play those games
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| Google me, who am I
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| BK Blackadon
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| Daps ya do whatchu do nigga, and bring that fucking chrome
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| So thats what I’m here for
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| You tweeted that you want more
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| I’ll show you gangsta when I bring that thing to your front door
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| These rappers actin' like they old school king pins
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| I’ll be damned if I hear a nigga call himself Big King
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| Ima soweit through every state with a star and a flag
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| Ain’t never seen none of these fucking rapping ass fags
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| Coast to coast state to state
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| City to city
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| Then I hear this fucking clown calls himself Biggie
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| What the fuck is you smokin'
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| Dont care if you jokin'
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| Nigga i catch you loafin I’ll put the fucking toast to 'em
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| East New York style like the old TNT
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| Straps your wrist to your ankles and take all your money
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| Or your fake gold and your moissanite ice
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| Can’t rock it in the hood you ain’t pay the price
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| Blackadon AKA call me the block
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| Bringing all the games to a motherfucking stop
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| Sore loser it with the Glock
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| Commin' with tha mob
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| That Group Home gangsta commin' clean up the shop
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| Hook x2
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| East NY style we keep it live you know what I mean
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| Blackadon, Nutcracker, Big motherfucking Dap ya feel me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Realness 2010 , by - Black (of Brainsick Mob)Song from the album Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп