Bodega BAMZ - Last of the Po'Ricans lyrics

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Bodega BAMZ - Last of the Po'Ricans lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Basically, know what I'm saying? Basically and sh**, we're like this, man As far as the music go You got your watered down n***as Then you got your happy-go-lucky n***as Then you got your hardcore n***as and your underground n***as Basically, it's all drug blocks Everybody selling their dope on their block What we're saying to ya'll is like this We got our sh** sewed up So don't try and come on our block selling your synthetic sh** Cause you going to get blown up It ain't happening [Verse] New York State of Mind since Nasir dropped Illmatic It Was Written, I'm painting pictures without a canvas I'm a legend like AC, you are a fan Total Request Live on Times Square, hand to hand That was '99, married to the game Say "I Do", throw the dope and the rice Hand motion like the #1 Stunna This Bird-Man, what's the price I'm trying to take over the summer nights Willie Esco lost his vida, Velour suits that say Fila I'm Old School like Will Ferrell but Soul For Real Talking 'bout weight, gain a pound, ‘cause your body frail I'm in the back of her mind just like a ponytail Real underdog story, read my book Better yet read my moves, inspire many with every line I spit My attitude's a living legend Check my attributes, coke copper now the pen tell it So magical, 119th, 122nd You're looking at the big dog, Beethoven 2nd Not to mention, I don't at n***as Cause my henchmen could really clap n***as Not just these rap n***as A big difference with drug and rap dealers There's those that really deal it and those that never have (That's the kind I don't like) ‘Cause I really risk my freedom And you lying to your fans, I should cut off both hands You ain't writing the truth, them sitcom rappers They ain't live in the booth, bye I... keep it a hundred, that's what real n***as do I ain't got to say I'm real, I got real n***a's truth I ain't gotta say I'm s**a free, what real n***a do? My actions make my words look real visible With an 8th grade reading level, I'm lyrical Ya'll good kids embrace the life God giveth you Papi, n***a!