Текст песни A Nawfside Classical - Dat Boi Vic

The ghost of Big L
Was in the field with the flip cell
Using the big scale
Doing numbers
Like the big twelve
Hollywood brown
Breakdown
The defense
Like we do pounds
Bloodhound's
Hit the trap spot
Took a loss like the browns
On the rebound
Word to Big Ben
Free killa Sin
I could feel the wind
Stuck in the game
It'll reel you in
But you know how it ends
Chances is slim
We make it out
Fed's take the house
Reposed cars
Holes in ya scalp
Because the killers coming
IRS hunting
All of your earnings
Your niggas is turning
Life is a bad bitch
But she burning
Nigga that's classic fifty
Niggas who with me
Is it out to get me
That's why it's tricky
Get scratched off
Like they did Ricky
You think it's a game
Dawg
My mind is on a different plane
Acclaimed writer
Gotta pay me
Just to pick my brain
A picture
In a picture frame
Could tell a thousand stories
Niggas who look like Russell Wilson
Got a thousand shorties
On the low tho
Tiger woods style
You never know tho
Niggas is slow tho
They setting goals
Based on a photo
I pack the fo fo
Selling white Rebecca Lobo
I duck the po po
Tossed the baggie outside the store floor
The vintage polo
Take a hit than I let the dro blow
When Tony killed Manolo
It was all over
Than he called Sosa
Told him that it was war
He sent his soldiers
The tragic ending
Dat Boi Vic
The classic penman
Esteemed writer
Ain't a nigga nicer
In ya cipher
Got bars like a 25 to lifer
Stuck on Riker
The illest pen
If Shakespeare could spit
And had black skin
The rebirth again
Renaissance era
The moors was in
1492
They exiled the hue
But left a few
Ancient artifacts
With skin painted black
To say it's true

(Muthafucka)

Can't put me in a box
I stand out like Basquiats
Murals on the blocks of the opps
That we than dropped
And the crazy thing is
One man's enemy
Is a hero
While niggas cried tears
And poured beers
Some niggas cheered tho
In celebration
Miseducation
They say we lost
Controlling your thoughts
Even the project is just a loft
To a third world native
That bathed
Inside a lake
The universe is mental
Poverty's a mind state
Some habits I had to break
Like shackles
Was dead weight
Holding me down
You gotta go through just to relate
My nigga keep living
Young niggas thinking this shit is different
But we did the same shit in 06'
It's a revision
Like when Marlo
Came back to the block inside a suit
The young boys
Ain't know who he was
Cuz Dawg the truth
Is ain't no love here
The killers and dealers
Just disappear
Buried in designer gear
Or locked up on a prison tier
In a couple years
The hood that took lives
And niggas died
To represent their side
Will be a ghost town
Gentrified!
Illest illustrator
Audio films written on paper
Illest illustrator
Audio films written on paper

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