W.A.N.W. (My Name Is My Name Intro)

Lyrics

[Intro: Excerpt from "The Wire", Rx Papi] 'Monk' Metcalf: -running his mouth some Marlo Stanfield: He call me a punk? Chris Partlow: It wasbullshit,man. You ain'tneed that on your mind Marlo Stanfield:What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker? My name was on the street? Yeah, aight When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me On god Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker --Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name! [Verse] Play with me if you want nigga and die Broad daylight, fah-fah-fah I'm in that kitchen and I don't get tired Niggas dick rode then they switched sides He left the corner store with his baby mom Got his dumbass shot five times They put my gang on FOX 5 Broad daylight, we open the fire One of your homies just got killed, and ain't one of you niggas slide I can give a fuck about a rap deal, play with me bitch and I'm outside Walk around town with the fire Got too much pride to let sum' slide And everytime I say: "Long live dem boys" another nigga finna die I'm Melly with murder on my mind I'm ridin' dirty, the burner on my side Beat the pot, gotta scrape the sides Aim good like I got a extra eye Bitch dirt but she got good neck and thighs He was dead but I shot him a extra time Them crackers gon' try to give me extra time I was in the A hoping they extradite me Parole ask me what's going on I don't wanna talk, I don't know what's going on Five hundred dollars to get a nigga gone I mean what I say my word is bond Golden gun in my hand, James Bond 2 Door sticked up, James Bond Bitch say I'm cute as James Bond Glock in my suit like James Bond They pulled me over 'cause they know my car He tryin' his hardest to find the raw It's a stash box inside the car Stupid, you'll never found the raw Neph like Chris and Snoop together Two big ass Glocks shoot together He like: "Pap, I got you forever" I'm like: "Nigga, I got you whenever" I jump out the bed like Skinny Meech These niggas act like mini-mes I'm like AR-Ab in Philly, straight gangster I'm not Gillie These niggas wanna be a Barksdale Beat a nigga face with a barbell I'm in love with the new car smell I don't wear fake jewelry like Ralo In my hood I sold more dope than Ralo These niggas move like Nas X [?] some of my stress I beat the pot with a right and left Put money on 'em and got 'em left On murders, how I spent my check Omert� until the death Off the hip, shoot from the step They seen I was strapped from the step I fuck around and shoot 'em to death Two hundred shots, just you and Neph? I run the game, I dont need a ref I sell dope, fuck a rap check I'm on two different bails They tryna get the gang YSL'd Spank you a rat, why you tell? They got my nigga Yano on the run We jump out them cars and we gon' dump Peso text me, said "Keep going" Send Yano money, tell 'em: "Keep runnin'" When I die they gon' remember me like Meech Dirty ass nigga out of the east Ran it up and took care of my people My bitch straight and my mama good I sold dope in all kind of hoods I still live in the wish a nigga woods Everyday I wake up, I wish a nigga would Oh, that's two times in it? Let me hit the 'Wood They know 'bout me in East Atlanta Papi geeked and he keep the hammer