Lyrics:
your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride home, I don't
they catch on they bitch on
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying
the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying
that nigga, pick up the shell, keep it for a souvenir, yeah
It's hard to smile when you losin' peers
Paint on that Grand National lookin' like some new
serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano, I'm drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that
on my job
Yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb
Knock you out till your fucking face blob
8-Off the Assassinator, yo kid we hard
Yo smack you on some
Fuck playin' games, I start takin' names
Shake ya frame, time to start payin' Kane
Don't make me have to take it there and start sayin' names
Give
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
peas star child get the fix
the saucer shook the heavens with the blooms and the blams
because when we hit new york - shazam
we droppin like a comet
on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same
If you want it, come get it
(New York City must be)
If you want it, come get it
If you want it, come get it
If you want it, come get it
(New
the new doo wop
That thing was loud on the radio
We'd be on the stoop
Bumpin up Badu
Designed to get us high
But more importantly by
Cuz we was raised by
the shit you've been peddlin
Ain't nothin' better when your pockets is phat
Niggas get up in the game and start changing they stacks
Without gats I can run
these kids with the captions
On the grind
Yeah right
That's why you at a party every other night (huh)
Don't get it twisted I get with it on occasion
think you got the stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard niggas gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is
you up and above the rest
But yall don't wanna hear that
Yall rather me shoot these dudes
Kids fathers don't leave now, they just get shot by them fools
kids
She got the bag she be outta your league
They call me the Plugg I was serving the streets
Unlock the game now I'm throwing the keys
Shawty got ass
Learning how to walk again
Maybe I just talk to talk
Old style, new kids
We just coming off the block
Maybe need some new friends
Maybe don't need
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the fighters like speeches by Cus D'Amato
Djs stickin' to vinyl like fuck Serato?
Suppliers who ride around the block in the custom models
Ballin like
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
missed now he on fields trynna hit
I got no time for this shit play with the kid get you lit
New York im literally the jit
Underdog in the mix underdog why
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