Styles P - Boom Bap lyrics

[Intro] LOX, D Block --- D Block!!! New York put it on the map Strip club she put it on my lap Popping bottles and hookah they forgot about that [Boom Bap, Original Rap] [Hook] Getting money, fresh still loving that [Boom bap Original Rap] Ah men! Eh yoh! KRS We got from here Big Bro! [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] I pull up on your block Music up CL Smooth and Pete Rock on n***as Funk DOC on n***as I ain't taking you back, still holding the mack Getting money really we don't give a f** how you rap I'm just here to represent that NY Represent Y.O I make the homie proud from Bed Stuy BDP standing at the windows with the AK Fighting the power like Chuck D (Yeah boy!) We got in on smash You got a little single but how long it's goin' last (over) Every old shooter with me throwing that mask and Clap! Clap!! Let's take it back to that [Hook] [Verse 2: Styles P] One man eat we all eat Disciple of Rakim, descendant of Kool G It's way in the term but I carry the Uzi Now I just reign supreme, you're dummy you'll see I put the city on Red alert, shout out to Uncle Red alert A thousand homies that's a Red alert You ain't getting money on your block, get better work I'll be reppin' that boom bap Talking that dope money all of my goons strapped Smack you out the skinny jeans; yeah we're doing that With your soft a** bars, all you cowards who wan' rap [Hook] [Verse 1: Jadakiss] I come through, splash your wig I'm Kane mixed with Slick Rick, splash of BIG I'm young Nas when he was just a nasty kid n***a, I'm Kool V still getting cash with Biz I was Lord Finesse, then I was lord Tariq Load 'em out the trunk, get it off the street Got my DJ with me, he got his two techniques Soon as he plug in, tell the crew let's eat Put the kids the away, Showbiz I'm A Then pursue my dream, I'm Guru and Preem The memories are vivid You know I love the pictures and yeah I love the strippers But most importantly I love the... [Hook]