Lyrics:
City
Where everybody Are enemies
Turn bad as felonies in New Vice City
Fuck 12 they should blame their-self
For causing riots like every climates
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Wa-lah!
Pullin' rabbit food out of parker
Carrots catch the light right, up the block from the farmer
He got that lettuce, that cabbage, that
out in the street now and
take off all your clothes and just say peace you know
and you'll be in the news you see.
Just courage and if everybody gets
okay
Everybody on the block know my nickname
Grade A pimp game, you can call me Ben Frank
And all my money get counted when the shifts change
Thank
okay
Everybody on the block know my nickname
Grade A pimp game, you can call me Ben Frank
And all my money get counted when the shifts change
Thank
give it to you straight nuthin but tha real
Im major in this game wating on my next deal
Got a house wit no kids wit a pool in tha back
Wit money
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
violently
Is you buying this?
'cause niggas that purchased is under the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On, I'm the youngest but get bonkers (uh-huh)
Collabo'
Everybody goes back in their homes when I'm around, I do
Circles round the block then scare the kids in town, I didn't
Choose this life but when my bro got
a opp
We In That Mode Everybody Up In This Car Already Done Spinned them a block
Fuck niggas wolfing on the net See a Nigga in public put hot shit all in
Richardson police say they were called to the Apartments for a disturbance
A possible shooting around 7 p.m
But we are learning today that a body was found by
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
send the- back then
Numbers, pimpin' and robbin', well they still robbin' and pimpin'
But it's small change compare to hip hoppin'
And did I mention
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
pretty deep me and my dawg
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop pop
back around
E-40 Water held his ground
Kept my foot in the fast lane
Flew uppidy on mesmerized
'cause I snuck up in up out the game
You makin' a 40
And drop a new banger like
Every two damn weeks
Stay down! Real nigga like ten toes deep
From the ground to yo head
And back to yo feet
It's very
with a side of steak
I'm the kid from the block
Everybody wanna go so I'm selling on my cock
Then I take it back home then I'm chopping off the block
back and laugh
Some years went by, I heard a rumor that he died
If I wasn’t so used to it I mighta even cried
Just another cool kid that the mean
Everybody want a lil bit of money
Everybody want a lil bit of something
Fake niggas always turn they backs
That's why I show No Mercy
Everybody want
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
the block but the block ain't hug us back
Took a trip to Miami that March (uh)
Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (uh)
To meet up with a kid
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