My Name Is Pt. 2

[Intro: Tego Calderón] Oye, mamabicho (dile!) Deja de mentira [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] These motherfuckers 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 ass 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 16 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 fucking 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 suck 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, fucked up liver I'm a die young, I'm a born killer Fucked up lungs, pitch black liver I'm a die young, I'm a born killer 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, pass Took your bus pass 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 Niggas next to me'll take all of your jewelry, why?! Cause niggas '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 niggas Still wears slippers on the bench And won't flinch when they clapping niggas Might hear me on the radio See me in these videos Yeah, I'm fucking one of these silly hoes So? That's what niggas do When they hustling and what they spit is true Nigga, 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!) [Intro] [Hook] [Outro: Tego Calderón] O protección de testigo, cantochota! (Oooooohh) Arranca pa carajo, hombre no?! Que, que? What, What!