Joell Ortiz - My Name Is Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Tego Calderón] Oye, mamabicho (Dile!) Deja de mentira [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] These motherf**ers want to say I'm wack? Bet next year I'm a have a Grammy nominated track All black with a tan flag, ever since Spofford Papi let his pants sag, kiss a** Ya'll rappers trash, kings of the underground Well, my mainstream flow to the cash My future always look bright in the past I'm a hit at least one, sixteen in the mag RLX when I skeet The youth been dead, so I rose up With a hundred million roses like Fergie How much the key weighing, like Bugaloo In Above The Rim been f**ing with a birdy Middle fingers up, washing both hands early In the A.M, get the worm out the Rotten Manazana Meaning mama's and mamajuanas That will s** my dick like a Slurpee All money clean cause the streets did me dirty Now I'm trying to be a millionaire before thirty New, improved Carlo Brigante, hop off the stretcher Go get your favorite artist and tell him Bodega's better I'm a Microphone Fiend word to the 1-8 letter Still serve addicts, cooking in the cellar Pitch black lungs, f**ed up liver I'ma die young, I'm a born k**er f**ed up lungs, pitch black liver I'ma die young, I'm a born k**er My name is Papi! [Hook: Tego Calderón] A todo lo que tu se lo mama 'Ta chotiando, cumpliendo vida (Que feo) Compadre, si tuviera tiro Vendiera libreta o vendiera kilo (My name is Papi!) Lo meno que usted haria seria dicerlo (Que claro) Muy poco bandito llega vivo a retiro (Muy poco!) El futuro es presidio (My name is Papi!) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] And ya'll know me The big homie (Yaowa!) J-O-E double puff, puff, pa** Took your bus pa** on the way to high school Cause you was phony Of course, no longer in school am I But the same rules apply You might fool these guys With all them groovy lies 'Bout how you move these pies This ain't no movie, pai n***as next to me'll take all of your j**elry, why?! Cause n***as 'bout it, 'bout it What you gonna do besides pout about it? Want to put on a show? There'll be a body with a crowd around it Cut crack, grind dope, use scissors for bush You could beam, nod off or get a hit of this kush I rap but I ain't these rapper n***as Still wears slippers on the bench And won't flinch when they clapping n***as Might hear me on the radio See me in these videos Yeah, I'm f**ing one of these silly hoes So? That's what n***as do When they hustling and what they spit is true n***a, my chips is woooooooo Whip is blue, interior Winnie The Pooh Your lady neck will twist like The Exorcist When I spin it through (Hello) I'm just a Brooklyn boy Them E-Readers couldn't book your boy These street sweepers'll unhook your boy From life support, try me No need to look around, I did this to you My name is Papi! (My name is Papi!) [Bridge: Tego Calderón] Oye, mamabicho (Dile!) Deja de mentira [Hook: Tego Calderón] A todo lo que tu se lo mama 'Ta chotiando, cumpliendo vida (Que feo) Compadre, si tuviera tiro Vendiera libreta o vendiera kilo (My name is Papi!) Lo meno que usted haria seria dicerlo (Que claro) Muy poco bandito llega vivo a retiro (Muy poco!) El futuro es presidio (My name is Papi!) [Outro: Tego Calderón] O protección de testigo, cantochota! (Oooooohh) Arranca pa carajo, hombre no?! Que, que? What, What!