Blackadon - The Realness 2010 lyrics

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