D.A. - The Presentation (Intro) lyrics

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D.A. - The Presentation (Intro) lyrics

Verse: Check the presentation All black soldiers, they be flaggin in my station All it takes is dope rhymes, weed, and dedication I'm roaming through my block, real smooth, mad pacin Lacing my blunt with some X outrageous Moving real slow, this is the ghetto a** Matrix Bigg Dogg reapin real hard, never fake sh** Relly told me get em, so I gotta love the hate b**h I'm all in it like Brazilian Swai Making money by the hour like my crib is the spot Give me about 5 minutes, you can see what I got My flow sicker than drug dealers that died on the block Ya feel me? I'm Puerto Rican and Dominican, starting my own syndicate of n***as who been pop medicine And while I'll spit rhymes, make yo a** die out So why doubt the illest motherf**as that they lie bout It's my house, it's my game I run this sh**, f** fame And if it comes to me, then were all runnin the train There's bloodstains on my shirt, the scrappin was beautiful Every loss hurts, but it depends on what it do to you f** it, k** stress, roll it up, yeah the usual I loss somebody to, so the feeling is very mutual Take a f**in drink, I only do it if it's suitable You said you sellin bricks, make it provable My n***a kick back, let me spit facts over sick tracks As I'm listening to Relapse, my n***a relax I'll be back, I'm k**in em They lovin my style Drunk b**hes tryin to s** a n***a off, runnin wild Son we ready for fedi, I'm counting quarters and pennies And shoutout to them preppy n***as cause they outta the ordinary Check the vocabulary Correct it if necessary Yall n***as are fruity like Perez Hilton and strawberries Imma beast in this sh** It's simply a nightcrawler, caught a X-Men Leave you battered up on the corner, but f** it n***a we positive We smilin and laughin As I'm sittin with deli boy, this n***a rollin some hash Purple Kush is on the table, f** making it laugh We smoke it to the good life, that we want so bad Man, I'm strivin for perfection while I'm grippin on my weapon Green crack, k** the stress and you'll pa** me the Smith & Wesson Y'all n***as need to learn a lesson about the depression Cause once you get the big money, go deep and investin Go hard n***a, f** slackin and restin I'm tryin to blow it up, from Columbus to the West End There is no friends, you just simply got brothers and other n***as phony talking sh** behind an undercover My name is Bigg Dogg I represent the ear of musical intelligence So never have fear...