The Bodega Fucked Up My Hero Interlude (feat. LoRd Lu C N)

Ayo man, remember when we used to go to the bodegas man?

Just cop a couple philly's man

Just to put the mothafuckin' dutch in there, split it open

You know the dutch master killer nigga? Ayo

This remind me back in them summers in the 90's man

Yo let me, let me take it back

I remember being posted on the avenue

Mimickin' the moves I used to see these other rappers do

That must've been the summer back in 1992

Everglades swag with the swanky alligator shoes

The type of dude to lay a broad down in broad day

My kinda chick the type of chick you see on Broadway

Sunday mornin' I pick her up on God's day

Niggas pressin' fam, now they gotta learn the hard way

Steven Seagal find it hard that I'm hard to kill

George Foreman say the word, time to guard your grill

Be forreal, you knew cats don't want beef for real

Talk shit, now I gotta call my dog Jabril

You got a circle full of Urkel's all name Jaleel

Like a soup kitchen, bitch we out here makin' meals

I send 'em to the doctor, have 'em watching Dr. Phil

Oprah police the block with a couple soldiers

Everywhere I go I gotta kill a cobra

Cut 'em off, tell the fam cut the grass lower

The slow rise givin' to the slow guys, I

On the block like mustards giving bean pies, I

Just a nigga on the block with the [?]

I got the style way back in like '88

In '88 I was pushin' dope

I was pushin' Cola-Cola, now I push and cope

You niggas out here lookin' for the fuckin' pope

But the pope is the nigga that deliver dope for me

It's the O.G, came through, low-key

Lookin' like Loki, Thor brother on me

You niggas thinkin' that you marvels

I got a mansion and floors all marble

Strong arm robbery, I'm feelin' like Arnold Schwarzenegger

I take the knife in time to sort a nigga

Yeah, I sort a nigga out like taxes

Lookin' like, who the mothafucka' with the magic?

Johnson, the aids, the decease came through

I [?] squeeze, if you talk shit [?] peace out

Yo son, yo son, stop the track yo

Yo stop the track, yo! (What happened buddy?)

Look, I walked forty blocks for this shit

I need the chopped cheese on time

(But I don't have the chopped cheese)

You got me all the way tight

My fuckin' Uptown's is scuffed

I'm hot right now (What do I have to do?)

My metro card just ran out of money

(But do you know how to do it?)

All that shit (buddy, buddy guy!)

Fuck a dollar cab, nigga (listen, I did not get your card my friend!)

You buying me a fucking dollar cab, nigga

(my friend, I did not receive your card money, listen!)

I need that shit on a hero, all day

Cheddar cheese, chopped cheese, nigga

(I don't know what this cheese is my friend! what cheese are you talking about?!)

Give me my shit so I can get up outta here, deadass