Lyrics:
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I'm randomly dismantling lies
life away, that's a big price to pay
He could've been teachin' his kid how to ride his bike today, stupid
A new rapper by the name of Big Punisher
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest
the top cut off
Rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go
Where he rest at
Where he
Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he
the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block
[thug] I told you this fuckin guy man
Yo man, yo be, this is my fuckin block, get the fuck off
[Keith] Shut the fuck up
You never had a fuckin green
to bust the 411
'94 is here
We gonna have something new for you on this next album, man
Yeah, we gonna have something new for your asses
We going to keep it
ya by yourself ya number hit me up yup
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind
Yea G-Unit
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
met mn matties cruisen
Beetje blowtjes roken
Ik heb geen message voor de kids
Maar zeg die mannen op de weg dat
Ik weer back ben op m'n shit, yeah
Ik
of katrina got me in need of some dome
I'm coolin
New kid on the block just moved in
Rent due on the first been had it
Even when there's red flags no challenge
down like Hussein
Cool down, get rocked for a new chain
Coming down in the block with a new thang
Hit the top with the drop,
Watch the mood change
Nu
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
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