Lyrics
V Don
Salute, God
Tanboys
Just rap, music slash visionary
Dodge the pen with the pen, not the cemetery
Lyrically push the envelope with every mp3 released
More rappers deceased
The game needs a sweep, look before you seek
Pull up in a Rolls, a rose out concrete
Grew up on the Lox, underrated like Sheek
They were told, so they old, not you, but me
Drop the price to kill competition
Cop two chains, my ice like repetition
I don’t fabricate, tell lies or predictions
I’m a soldier at war, Tom Cruise through the mission
Accomplished with precision, those words too big for ya
Let me make it simpler, just to get rid of ya
King of Manhattan, wearing chancletas
Tan flag, que bonita bandera
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the hood saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the bitches saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the killers saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the dealers saying
Chincilla in the summer how you fake
Don’t turn into a Mark for the ice like Messier
I’ma bring back agua, stop reaching for the well
I leave the scene messy like Lionel
Double S, Chevy Chevelle
Head spin like Latrell, robbin', givin' niggas hell
Kept the iron like Mike, Tyson
The center of attention in NY, so why continue writin'?
Fool, why continue fightin'
When your heart pump sixteen handles?
Before I turned eighteen, Papi lit up sixteen candles
Break a beat down to the sample, middle finger
Fuck you, suck a dick, then I say thank you
Grateful for the dead, that’s word to Jesus sandels
King of uptown, wearing chancletas
Tan flag, que bonita bandera
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the hood saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the bitches saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the killers saying
Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega
I got the dealers saying