Intro: Lil Dap
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Yeah, uh
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Group Home Zone
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718 Area Code
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Uh, throw your hands hand
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Uh, BK's own
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Straight like that, real like that
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You feel me like that
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Check it out
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{Lil Dap}
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We shoot a rhyme in the ghetto, so you know what's up
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For y'all punk style niggas, just shut the fuck up
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East New York, rep it from the top of the town
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We've been around, motherfuckers can't get down
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Like Lil Dap, Jigga L, Jigga I.L.
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V.A.P., motherfucker can't release in me
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Blackadon, Kai-Bee, Brainsick Family
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We tear our hole, watch your ass if you're a fake M.C.
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So fuckin with me, is fuckin with fatality
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With chronology, fallin with my enemies
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So play your part, and peep my lyrical art
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Comin straight from the heart, bringin light to the dark
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I'm watchin the dime, nigga done lost his mind
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Livin on Group Home, trying to stop my shine
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Takin my cream, don't even seen those dreams
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Enemy minds, I hope you peep this slang in my rhymes
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Chorus (4X): Lil Dap
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Uh, Recognize game, recognize game
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Some cats will sabotage and try to steal your name
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{Kai-Bee}
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I'm affiliated with heavyweighters
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And nothing but regulators
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Young don, that rock gators
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And cat's they just hate us
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So what's the realness, I feel this listen to the fullest
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Flyin god street, reckin Hennessey
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Bust a bullet's at my enemy
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Crashin your spots like that cat that shot JF Kennedy
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Right in the nod, we comin through y'all
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All over your spot....
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{fades}
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Game Recognize Game
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| The Group Home |
