original virtuoso - lower east side, pt. 2 lyrics
(intro)
b-tch
you act like a b-tch
you worried about all the wrong sh-t
i don’t care if i’m f-ckin’ on your old chick
difference is i get the bag with the b-tch
difference is i’m poppin’ tags with the b-tch
difference is she said i got a big d-ck
difference is afterparty on the beat
and now all these b-tches just wanna meet
(verse 1)
got a b-tch on the lower east side like basquiat
she run her hands through my dread locks
paint her face while we watching boondocks
b-mpin this down the bqe
i’m a brooklyn boy, negus can’t you see
why you tryna’ ride the wave like us?
b-tch negus ain’t gettin’ paid like us
stack 10k before i buss, step into the game wit’ all this guss
hoodrich negus, shoutout to keem
i step through yah b-tch eyes on my jeans
put seven inches inside of her spleen
slim chick yeah my b-tch is too mean
you know its all about the little things
pour a little four up in my soda
roll me up a little marijuana
takin trips where there’s no geo-filters
on the plane eating gefilte fish
b-tch negus this be that culture fix
get hammered if you try to vulture this
just a street negus tryna go corporate
g.f.s be the conglomerate
funk master flex gone have to drop a bomb on this
i’m a terrorist smoking bomb sh-t
blue dreams for my conscience, hennessy for my side b-tch
when she drunk she know how to ride d-ck
she a freak so i’m comin’ inside her
she came to f-ck with a rasta
follow my footprints i’m eating that pasta
flippin them packs not f-ckin wit’ imposters
i ain’t the first to do this i pay homage
stack up my cheese like wallace and gromit
stay wit the heat i be on my chris bosh sh-t
imma black star like talib kweli, mos def-finitely
ov og he ain’t smokin’ on greens
loud as f-ck through new york wit the team
all on utica wit’ da’ m6 beam, gle down fulton street
x6 down that gates block, hit my milly rock when i’m on any block
dress up my b-tch in some louboutins
she k!lling the pavement, my countess
drink her like a water fountain
then she climb me like a mountain
she love me in this bathing ape sh-t
i might make the b-tch my accountant
i love the way she lick her fingers when she counting
grab her t-tties when she bouncing
she rolling the weed with her lipstick on
she ain’t getting none on my backwoods (uh)
yeah little shawty is a trap b-tch
might grab the .45 might clap sh-t
she work on the lower east side
but you know little mama from brownsville (right)
yeah i said lil’ mama from brownsville
she got a dirty mouth and the cat real
pick her up from the projects in the jeep truck
chillin’ wit some ballas’ now yah friends wanna meet up
bags in, bags out, now i gotta re-up
bankroll, bankroll, r.i.p. bankroll
nuttin’ but blue hundreds in my f-ckin’ bankroll
b.i.g, b.i.g, r.i.p. b.i.g
grew up four blocks from biggie no you can’t stop me
i was next to cease, blowin on my trees
he ain’t notice me, i was young as sh-t
little brooklyn negus always in some sh-t
fights in park, shootouts after dark
i was drawing skully courts wit the chalk
while they rapped another negus in some chalk
black boy hit the gate, another dog bark
that was before all the hipster sh-t
back when the homies would rob a hipster kid
now g-y negus kissing on franklin ave
f-ckin’ starbucks on franklin ave
miss my folk negus on franklin ave
back when you was scared to go on franklin ave
they done locked up the gangsters the hood is trash
got my sh-t lookin’ like the lower east side
stuyvesant heights? negus nice try
this bed-stuy, still do or die
still crack vials, still crack heads
still prost-tutes, another negus dead
now they movin’ molly, i don’t f-ck wit’ that
bunch of scammer negus always tryna’ flex
that sh-t don’t fly, your pieces never hit
you ain’t on sh-t, you act like a b-tch
you worried about all the wrong sh-t
i don’t care if im f-ckin’ on your old chick
difference is i get the bag wit’ the b-tch
difference is i’m poppin’ tags wit’ da’ b-tch
difference is she said i got a big d-ck
difference is afterparty on the beat
and now all these b-tches just wanna meet
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