Lyrics:
momma and kids live
No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
There he go, there he was,
New whip don't know where the top is
New bitch that hoe always topless
Two whips make sure both them spotless
I don't wanna lie but most don't got
envy city we play by Rules
Put you on the news, shoot a nigga Like Mike Lowrey
You ain't gangsta, you ain't hood, Never did a drill nigga
You know I'm
because I ain't
Have no kids was on the block posted with thugs because
We ain't got no quit was on the block posted with thugs
Because we ain't got no quit
I go by Kairos by the way
Feel No Evil, man
Floating in my mind, I had learnt a lot
Kids my age, they had gotten shot
My fear at the time was that
feelings
She just trippin’
Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
Main man swore the block was his, shining's his jig
Got no wifey no kids
Just been juggling his change on that Gucci and chains
On a mission to cop
The time is coming
(Carry me, carry me)
Pop stars pop pills, they don't wanna feel
I pop bars 'cause I got bars
Heavy-metal rockstars
Cruisin' down the block
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
and Rottweilers
I stay by myself, cause I know these bitches hot liars
Boy, go take it in, you got your shit and the block on fire
I might hit up Saks to drop a bag
know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
I know, niggaz is scared of the kid it's cool
If you don't know by now niggaz the name is Rule
I put it on yea fake fashion and pump motherfuckers
the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep
[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
somethin', they want it the old way (yeah)
Comin' down the block, the windows is so hazy (yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (no way)
Intro: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
It is written [manifest]
That all men are brothers [prophecy]
We come like blood brothers [word is bond]
Cause blood
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
about that Paper
New kids on the block
What's your name
What your sign
People this our time
Who could blame us for trying
Now hold up wait up just
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when
Elvis Presley
Keep that beat on new, you soon old news
Dude can freestyle but he can't recoop
What's the sense in that, a million off this track
We big
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