Lyrics:
a dick?
Well, I had that same problem
Until my bitch went out and bought N.W.A's new book entitled
"The Art of Sucking Dick"
Lesson 1, first you grab
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
to take it too far now
Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now
Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life
Uh, but can't wake up from the nightlife
Uh, I'm so scared
ride out
It's lights out, on the opp block got my knives out Inject lungs with my royalist blade
I'll turn man grey like he was from the white house
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
We spray your block, turn around pull and repeat
And laugh 'bout it lookin' at it on TV
Man I certified to my gangster,
Been known to ride like my
the fleek hoes (hoe)
You know I never give my
Soul up for a bankroll (no)
Knock some lights out, seeing rainbows
(bow bow) all this water, bitch
Go fetch me
is light
Path leading up to Heaven's like a tightrope walk
One to Hell widens out where the high road stops
What I've seen be enough to make your
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
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
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
Gang, yeah
Get It Gang
Hop Out Gang
Jump Out Gang
Money got me super trippin', bitch
Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that
shoot that block
Up that you be on
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom)
You was playin' games, I
Was in that kitchen, kilos
(Ah, whippin'
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
is gangs
The block get hit with tape
The news is on they way
& all they blame is gangs
Red light Green light
Red light Green Light
Red light
all the antisocial kids convinced they need a shrink
Because their views on life different block ‘em out please don’t you listen
This for all the souls
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
not bragging
Back out the 9 turn yutes to a has been
I ain't trynna get bagged for the mad ting
But I'm ready to do them slappings
Blue light, red
Treach
When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be
Nomore eye drops you can see it in our face now
Pull da mask off make a nigga pull his face down
When dat gun out real nigga turn pussy
Don't care who
out
Rebound on the block yeah I boxed out
Reboks, high socks and a white towel
Bitch I'm balling hard at the park until the lights out!
Lifestyle,
I don't bother anyone
Nervous when I stand
Chokin' on the circumstance
Only smokin' secondhand
Cut us open, spread us out
Dry us in the sand
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