Lyrics:
me, lt was all by somebody created
Dem young fouls falling for tricks
There no such a thing as get rich quick and no kid should be cuttin no bricks
They
see us on your BET
Rockin' ice blue suits, pardon the jewelry
Is the same fat kid from the Ave of Trinity
It's been around three years since my last
the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
come ta fight
I came ta win
I do not care
If I do sin
I will repent
Nd do it again
Ya block get bent
Wit a new sig
Cant see thru the tint
Ya shawtys
all you want to, but here is the news)
(Can't hide from yourself, you'll be singing the blues)
When we met, this time last week
Could see the look
Hate on the kid cuz you jealous
Til ima star like Dallas
I could really careless
Stepping like they Mason Margielas
Bitch nigga you can't get on my level
on the block envy you
Cause they gon be real jealous when they see the shit that we do
Yea they gon wanna be like you
They gon be wearing that blue sweater aye
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
wanna be a new kid
With the landline and hair all blue
Ya I just wanna be a new kid
(New kid)
Hangin' out with the other new kids
'Cause I'm different,
back when we start to shootin'
Thuggin' on the block wit' YG set trippin', my pockets blue (true)
These VV's cost some cheese, reach for these I'll
two, three hundred shots
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon'
radio
Suckers on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your
Yeah, yeah, um
Class is in session, please get by the bar
Ladies, first position (Yung Dza)
I wanna see you tucking in that butt, haha (go,
Remix
Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me
The block salute me, the hood salute me
You should salute me, they should salute me
So fuck who
bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
Whoop-de do peasant
Fifty-two blocks, that shit was too pressured
Thirty-two shots, keep one up top
These niggas too jealous (Too jealous)
You prolly seen me
But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow
Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights
While your boy bypassing fare
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
pay homage to Dilla
Huffing on these propellers
Here to make beats jealous
Watch Count Dracula kill her
Check how I navigate thrillers
My Uzi sounding
life
To live with scars
Til when dishonor hits the surface
I'd rather grab my sword and die to before
To grab a crew to grab a block
My pops got stabbed
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block
I really don't care if you're jealous or not
'Cause I make the songs, you sing along
And your radio's deaf
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