Lyrics:
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
Verse One: Sadat X
This is the stick up boom music for styles to flow free
But y'all know it's me or could you tell by the spree
get down
New Kids, Puffy, Spice Girls, Ricky
Everybody talk about
(C'mon)
Pop music
Talk about, talk about
What?
Pop music
Talk about, talk
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
now
I think I got enough bandz now
Shawty done got a new hairstyle
I curved that bitch now she assed out
Yes we known to get it and we on the block
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
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
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
music box
Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new Hip Hop
Like E-40 holding down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in L.A.
OutKast
Album, you know
You know what I mean
And you can just keep on
Making your little punk music
La la la la, your McDonald's commericals
McDonald's apple
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
the ending's harder than thoughts
Of when it starts, it begins
Nobody wins when the family feud
Or when the family news turns into somethin' that no one from
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids all
like tata I rock music
I try to bisect for life like a Jewish kid
And me running in the block like a new kid
That's like hu!
Not in a ? print
I know
of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much
no vest with no banger
That just makes you a target
Young used to run the block
Now I corner the market
'86 your bullshit, man get smart kid
But you
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
the underground scene this
Crude music could leak out
Beginning the punk idea that
Anyone could do it
Without need much musical ability to it
And this new crude
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
trying to blow up
No love, not even no lust
As you're trying to bust a rhyme. You're out of time, no verse in your mind
Writer's block is a fucking shield
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