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started that ol' wild, thugged out
grimey, go hard, gully, get your ass beat on and off stage shit
Nigga what?

[Chorus: Sticky]
It's the O-N-why-X
Where my
Remind me of '87 when
Niggas was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four
the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nothin' sweet kid ain't nothin' pretty
New York be
thick (?)
Shit sticks in your mind
Make a nigga wanna go out and fight crime
I write rhymes as an answer to they gang size
If they wanna jack your car
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
blackula only the lights been with me
Here we go into the king elected by the people
I gotta grip on things I'm watching evil
You know my steez plus believe
before success
Get to see the kid shinin', that's the glimmer from the sweat
Get up and go
Homie, we live by the code
We don't got minutes to blow
kids ain't the same 
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains 
I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers 
Life was so simple then
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back 
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot 
Get out like you own the spot, home
the street yo
Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Roughneck city ain't nothin' sweet kid ain't nothin' pretty
New York be
was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gun smoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
Cause now with
And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you

Joke with you, happy we on top, the most
a new trap
Swinging the track, dripping curl juice in your back
Breaking hearts like Roger is out, motherfucker

Back in the days, keepin' and keepin'
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go
the same
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains
I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers
Life was so simple then

I remember (I remember)
the same
They bang, and slang, and blow out brains
I wish I could go back but, wishin is for suckers
Life was so simple then

I remember (I remember)
the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords 

Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds 

Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids
ass blown out the frame
'Cause I'm playing to win, and survive in the game
I'm strugglin'

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin'
again, win or lose, take it all, took out by his own men

And from the ground
We build it to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon’ survive now?
Yeah,
drop them or let 'em drop you?
I chose droppin' the cop
I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block
Momma tried to stab me, I moved out
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
happenin'

Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again

Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again

Then we break it down then just
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce
I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice
I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin blocks off, sonny
richer 

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules 
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles 
Got the cops joggin