Lyrics:
burned, they find God then preach to them kids
About, "This life isn't worth it"
All them years in jail must make them guys forget how hard it gets when
the court talkin' 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
My own hard times rolled in like the fog
Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts
a
Dyke and her friend she telling me
She gon' take my cock to her lips
Suffice to my wish, saliva
And recycle my kids, gulp
I'm the best, it's hard to lose
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
me believe me
I show 'em the facts, now they all need me
I'ma get cake as long as I'm breathin'
They makin' it hard, this shit really easy, yeah
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin rocks off the news kids on the block
At the same time tryna school them
But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that
the uptown baldies, kids that were Lords
Kick for kids that's paid, I kick for kids with no funds
Whole blocks come for classes kids with contacts kids
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
on a kid
Picture me, yellow coupe, candy corilla
My game so cold I could freeze all the mirrors
And I get with you I'm an entertainer
Bet on rome cause
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
and flame leave a lame lit
Clips changed, obtain bricks, exchange bricks (bricks)
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't tryna get
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin rocks off the news kids on the block
At the same time tryna school them
But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that
was to let off rounds
Shots, echo the town, New York, home of
the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
[Chorus]
Uh, what? Kid Capri
the zone where our patrolers will get round cold soul
Diddly Bo leave for feelin' a saga foretold
Who got caught pon the block for gold got the old
Heads
They gone choose
Worried bout me I ain’t worried bout you Yeah Yeah
New kid on the block and I’m flexing
Old girl begging me to text her
Now I’m
shit wack, nigga (corny)
Bein' a rapper gettin' hard this shit ain't easy
We really out here becomin' the new endangered species
I said I wasn't
them, "Nah, I'm what God produced" (Baow)
Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Baow)
I put 'em on you, it get hard to move
Tattoo in my face is
the stacks now she in the mix(Racks)
She wanna ride the kid(Let's go)
She wanna ride the kid ei
She wanna ride the kid
She wanna ride the kid ei
She wanna
stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us
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