Lyrics:
LI every time times get tough
I could drive by but no bullets fly and kill time with my bruh
Then it's LIE to the BQE but first a pit stop in Canarsie
with careers who couldn't ever get laid
I don't know NO niggas who made it off the block by throwing shade
And that's a shoutout. Can't say his name, cuz
While I'm here, I should really thank MGK, UGK, Tech N9ne, Uzi spray
My other twelve personalities wasn't really in the mood today
Hi kids, here's some
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
getting jealous because I got it like that
Cruise by the way on my cellular phone
Spend a hundred thousand dollars on a brand new home
Dog in the front
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
my tat and necklace
Ball like I'm ambidextrous
Every time they tried to block me, switched hands and changed directions
Fist in the air like Rocky
poised trying to venture Into the minds of the bold
Kids continue to live and learn to die With no soul
Disregarded by the men of Heartless and cold
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
bitches, these bitches changed
On the block with them niggas, was goin' insane, yeah
I ain't come to play
Can't fuck with lil' shawty, she in the way (You
try to show you all the cracks in the pattern
You would prolly laugh, tell me take it to the latter UH
New fits on the block
New kids on the block
Lil
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Caved in the grave
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
to leave root for you to see
I'm unique, never eunch, cause stress ain't new to me
(Eunch is pronouced Yoo-Nick)
[Denizen Kane:]
See I belive in
what, when and where and I'm on my way
Only thing I'm contemplatin' is chopper or Fif (D-Block)
Headshot or drop like everybody out this bitch (Donnie)
to tell
About bashing some dude with a
Chair till he fell
I slipped fast by you talking fear
And our eyes would touch
Drifting past by new mornings that
It
steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for
'em away
Got your whole block flooded with meth and yay
Tell the asian man I'm on my way
I need major hook
Niggas hog moggin'
Tryin'
It's the new kid on the block, I know they like the sight of me
Like I'm Tupac, know the name, cuz I got all eyes on me
I be posted with the gang
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he done gave you shit
Not even a funky ass
Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's
Chorus:
(Mixx cuts "Get Loose Now" from "It Takes Two")
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
People everywhere, just check this out
Say, something brand new
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