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