Lyrics:
said the politicians thought we wouldn't fight,
But we united and said, ya basta enough,
This is a dumping ground no more.
The kids around here were
run it man
I got a new balance
Each time I check on my account
I've got a few thousand
More questions for the near future
How am I both rookie and Babe
Trying to get over the lonely road of pitiful sorrows and woes
I can't see the future yet, but I see a picture yeah
You stand in front of the new house,
He was born in an East Side tenement
His folks were new to the land
They worked for the men who brought them here
But it didn't work out
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't
Kick the crypt and baby walk with me
And we'll find a new place to haunt
Now the dead can't die,
[Kyprios]
I'm on my way, on the highway/
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/
And by the way I'll say good bye game/
But
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
coming out the scene its just wicked fickit
New Orleans, nigga what
That nigga Chad don't like it yo
What what
That nigga Bobby want to deal you fo
the name Boss Man you feel me
New kid on the block
This like my first song, you feel me
This shit easy man, fuck with me
Swear to god man we keep it 1k, Yall
coming closer and closer
Pushing to the edge of disclosure
I know some from the block
Who I could never stop from coming in hot
It's not a problem though,
right now
By any means
I ain’t sippin' nothin' 'less I’m
Sippin' wit the team
I don’t drink Corona 'less it’s
Mixed with grenadine
If I’m noddin'
the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
Hook
Cory Gunz:
Weezy F., you lines
Follow our voice
No more choice
But you’ll enjoy tomorrow
Your heart hollow
Art built by our model
Heres our Model 237
Your new heaven
never went to no college
Look kid
Let me tell you how a nigga got popular
It's a fucking stadium, young nigga
I ain't doing no assignment
Pull up on your
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
cops, bombing blacks
'85 talking facts
Nothing new if no one acts
No more putting up with that
Blickey on me, loaded straps
Hittin licks with Mickey Factz
new clothes and set out for the palace where,
various festive activities were to be held.
At the entrance gate,
the big male elephant named
Damn
Uh
Play wit your kids don't play with the goat
If you scared of that water don't get on that boat
While you weighing the options I'm weighing
nothing, some need to stop fronting
Because the queen benefits but the block doesn't
And Babylon are locking man up by dozens
And keep brothers with
Cause I stay with a pole I can't go like I'm shaq
Stand on they block anybody we see
By the store got get put in a pack
Yea I'm from first but dropping
new clothes and set out for the palace where,
various festive activities were to be held.
At the entrance gate,
the big male elephant named
your luck cuzzy this ain't a casino
I know problem solvers and they go wear-ever we go we go
Far from the new kid on the block I'm established,
Bout
at the table
Thots thoting
Ok come on
You know what it is
And all the fathers out here playing
With the lil kids
Caught up with the homies
Met them at the comer
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