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Bodega's Way
Salaam Remi
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Murder
Somebody gon' die
Somebody gon' die
Somebody gon' die tonight
It's murder
Somebody gon' die
Somebody gon' die
My mom used to pray for my safety
I never left the crib lookin' shaky
I never let a man try to snake me
I never let a bitch try to play me
I never had luck so I worked hard
These niggas ride waves like a coast guard
I never seen fake 'til I weighed money
I never seen hate 'til I made money
That .38 special like a matinee
I'm walkin' in the room and it gravitate
I don't even collaborate
I'm top ten if you gotta rate
Coulda been whatever 'til my day come
But I chose to be a real one
Cook coke at the crack of dawn
Tie a rope, feet tap they arm
Jay-Z showed us Hard Knock Life
Niggas showed us how to hustle, right
Left the hood, went to Nantucket
If it's greatness, you can't rush it
If you fake, don't pump it
I'm on the ship 'til it's sunken
Either you the butcher or the meat
Either you the cheated or the cheat
Either you the few or the many
I show the picture like Lenny
S on my chest like I'm bulletproof
Why lie if you know the truth?
I'm from where the happy face don't smile
Lost boy from a lost child
Every nigga won't get this
But the niggas who get this will be like, "This is my shit"
Never trust a side chick
If you out the water, why you fry fish?
I'm live out here, who gon' die this?
Only the connect could supply this
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My mom used to pray for my safety
I never left the crib lookin' shaky
I never let a man try to snake me
I never let a bitch try to play me
I never had luck so I worked hard
These niggas ride waves like a coast guard
I never seen fake 'til I weighed money
I never seen hate 'til I made money
Yo, same nigga that be in your face
Catch a case and cooperate
Pull up to the block, never naked
Niggas get locked signing statements
Undecided like a hung jury
Son of a gun from a father's fury
Where I'm from, if the glove fit
You the shooter, fuck the fuck shit
Yeah, OJ with my egg whites
We toast, get the spread right
Shine bright like the headlight
Yeah, her pussy great but her head lie
Prayin' to the Lord now
Only God knows, let the Lord down
I can't fumble on the first down
I'm the master of my own sound
Makin' noise like a keychain
Had the blues on the C train
People need answers, questions don't
What's understood not ever spoke
What's up with the what's up?
What's up with the what's up?
Lean out, no carb diet
Clean house, every bar buy it
One night, top floor Hyatt
Whoever loud, I'ma keep quiet
If you gangsta, don't sleep on the don
If she a freak, come sleep with the don, don
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