Lyrics:
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
esta carne não envelhece, pra sempre kids tipo o Sam
O Son bate um beatbox, Kappa chama a rima
Zara se aproxima, olhos são da china
E com essa
spinning blocks, doing hits
You a never blast
You ain't put that bitch on and you had a mask
Then I heard yo new song talking 'bout you a gangster and shit
Open your eyes, picture this scene
A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene
Runnin' the block like Apartheid in Africa
(Yo, I got a deal, man)
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
even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on a shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your
live to spite we
We done hear the news (yeah, bullet)
So we like fuck you too nigga (fuck)
We ain't gotta pretend (2 chainz)
We don’t fuck with you
When a cop kills a kid at point blank range
Block by block
Feel the city rock
Tension, Release
No Justice No Peace!
Fire, ruin, crush, powder
I just want
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
that, uh
Kid in the business winnin', and they mad
I'm on a new level, call me A$AP
Snakes always gonna reach for the dap
They want you to put their name
Outlaw money, it's a new beginning
Even if we fail we winning
Got to take the jump kid
Blowing a kiss what did I miss?
Hottest in the game and that's no
on the block late night sounds coming outta cars
Headed to titti bars new york city stars
We in a spot where much cash flashin
Niggaz lookin for some action
I
Gomez
Go 'head, give some, pucker up
I'll fuck her up until the kids come in, um
After Tron Cat I got the rat shook and I ain't even have a hook
For
safe for kids, now catch me whippin' the zone
Keepin' my eyes on the throne
We trendsetters, hittin' the block and we settin' the tone
Watch how we
got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
You the type to see ya Opp & freeze ain't gon do nothin
Breakin news report another local talent gone to waste
Was a good kid but now he gone & he can't
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
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..
[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't
verified
Have your ass on the news like a headliner
On the block with the blower and its heads fryin
I used to pray for a blessing every night before my
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