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fuckin' up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops

What's the meaning of this?  I must be dreaming
Everybody's ?? when I see men
to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a love it (ha ha ha)
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy

Me hit the block with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin'
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
the deal?
What's the deal?
[3rd man]
Yeah, yeah.
[1st man]
Yeah, aight, so what all we gotta do is do the shit we been working on and add
This new
the old to the new.

[2nd man]
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.

[1st man]
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo

Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
goin' nowhere fast
We sent out demos but everybody passed
So one day we finally took the plunge
Moved out to Seattle to play some grunge
Washington
New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
barreled" Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" 
"We back, don't test" Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah"
"Comin' from the thirty-six chamber"
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
The kid on the block with a Atari
Was the most and he had all friends
They're playin game after game, again and again
But the times have changed and now
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome 
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured 
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
her neck by a hook
Didn't realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain
the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep

[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it 
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass