Da Bomb Baby

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Godfather Donnie Brasco
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
You know, about time...
We blow the lid off, wig off you wack... piece
Check it

[Verse 1]
I got the order to bring to the pain, see the game's sheisty
Entice me to swing your frame twice, be who ice me?
Precisely, the ride be deep
But the creep heeds a personal decision, I'm hurtin' you with diction
My new edition, bitchin', swervin' through your kitchen
And livin' room, givin' tunes, written booms sicken you
To the point of stress, you can't takе no more
Niggas tellin' you my tape's so raw
Now you ain't so surе, the rattlin', cattlin' is 'bout to battle [?] right
I recommend flight, I'll get your skin tight
Don't pretend like your men strike fast though they asshole
Pass those chests to Brasco
First name Donnie, worst thing's to find me
Behind these [?], got the [?], the fine [?]
Blindly you walk through New York
You talk like you move weight through states but with two Jakes
I do snakes up for black beans and rice, no ice
Twice as many when they claim they nice
Aim they mics straight up they culo
You know whose flows are packed with hits immaculate
You wack as shit on the bottom of my Mauri Gators
Playa haters, tell your mommies ''Call me later'' (Uh)

[Chorus: Godfather Don & [?]]
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Yeah Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Go ahead Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (That's right, that's right)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Don the phenomenon, wack rappers, put your armor on
I [?] on flesh, many test, lemme just play, I spray verbal AK
Heard you may-dayin' your peeps 'cause they ain't sprayin' your sheets
I lay way for beat that come from the Huns, I tong
I run clips for crumb what they want for funs and dumb shit
I run with gritty niggas, tippin' fifties, gettin' lifty, hittin' strictly
Lettin' [?] who not actin' tough, turn homo
When you see Popo snappin' cuffs on you connect
Respect how I dissect your guard [?], scar spies, jaw eyes
So far I'm only after bills, half a mil
And some real life [?] soft as daffodils
Stashed for chaps to chill on 6th avenue and 8th
All my niggas makin' plates, havin' brew with steak
The crew is fake as 12 karats
I smell faggots tryna copy moves I do on your clues
The sloppier, body her like Peter Kürten
On stage I'll leave ya hurtin'
'Cause I'm the nigga that got Amita squirtin'

[Chorus: Godfather Don & [?]]
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Yeah Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Go ahead Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (That's right, that's right)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Verse 3]
Who got the heart to spark the unsparkable, remarkable sound
That's bound to out-prophet you
Fools stage raps and gats and stay broke
I on the other hand all day smoke the grey stoke
Thick spits that lay coke and lines thick as drumsticks
And wish that's dumb dip, son sick
Who you run with? Nigga we fund it
A hundreds who done hits, so all that dumb shit
You come with outdated, any route, the cloud's faded
Like Lee Jeans [?]
[?] you probably choke on Donnie who smoke
Who spoke rubbers, still they burn like the Gab Band wrote
Black land's cold, a lotta SO's, pop my wet [?]
I cop the best [?], next day sippin' expressos
The ghettos, niggas they starvin' and arguin' over nickels
My flow will hit you like sickle cell anemia
Believe me the right choice is here
While these niggas drink beer and stare, we on the leer

[Chorus: Godfather Don & [?]]
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Yeah Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Go ahead Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (That's right, that's right)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Yeah Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Go ahead Boo)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (That's right, that's right)
You didn't know I was the bomb baby (Uh-huh, uh-huh)