The Realness 2010 - Black (of Brainsick Mob), Blackadon, Group Home

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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

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

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

Google me, who am I

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