The Realness 2010 lyrics

by

Jeru the Damaja


Check it out y'all
A one two
How you say it Dap?
One two
Yeah n*gga
East New York style we keep it live if you know what I mean
Play no motherf*cking games
Ride beats like waves n*gga
Run these hoes like slaves
Play games with a n*gga dont know what the f*ck'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
n*gga I will fry-ya
f*cking with me
If you can't see yo thats catastrophy
I'll blast your ass n*gga do you wanna see
I'm p*ssy 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]
Google me, who am I
BK Blackadon
Daps ya do whatchu do n*gga, and bring that f*cking 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 n*gga call himself Big King
Ima soweit through every state with a star and a flag
Ain't never seen none of these f*cking rapping ass fags
Coast to coast state to state
City to city
Then I hear this f*cking clown calls himself Biggie
What the f*ck is you smokin'
Dont care if you jokin'
n*gga i catch you loafin I'll put the f*cking 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 motherf*cking 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 motherf*cking Dap ya feel me
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