Lyrics:
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
You better bring the police
Better keep one in the head
And turn off the safeties
Learn how to sleep light cause we break in
And tape up your kids
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
like this kid, aiyyo
We shut it down like the news and blast like fresh tecs
Out the box, we outbox, get suplexed
Take notes nigga, best check
out
Switch it up now
New kid coming back on the block
Been so wound up I'm like a Jack in the Box
Now I snap on tracks like I Crackle and Pop
Put cash
gon' learn
It's my turn
Cuffin the mic, I'm up next
Don't gotta prove I'm the best
Point em out, now he clean up the mess
oh he quiet, nah, he apparently
nutrients
All we need is a little sunshine
You know, some exposure
You don't need to keep your kids
We we don't need to keep our
Kids closed in and indoors
We
and guns
Here's why they call me the Ghost
Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out, cock back
Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
of katrina got me in need of some dome
I'm coolin
New kid on the block just moved in
Rent due on the first been had it
Even when there's red flags no challenge
And throw a party upstate, bonfire by the lake
Summer time back in Western New York I cant wait
Yeah it’s Summer in the city so it’s hot on the block
But
what you drank?
You know tha kid stay with his Nike's new, tha throwback is light blue
Came out around the time, my grandmother graduated high school
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
3. Atlanta
Yeah mhm
I caught a case in Atlanta
Serving that Hannah Montana
Ride around town with them hammers
Light yo block up like
brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for
me", like "pick me", like "pick me"
Bitch I'm a demon, I ride in a demon
Sped through your block, lil bitch this not a hemi
You light like a feather,
bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say, "Top"
Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in blocks
We
c'mon just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
Ah Brickland, it's time to turn it out
Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
out there
Don't you dare go out there, late night killas might be stabbing
Lights on in the house
But it's dark outside
You can even close one eye
them little pussy boys
Don't play with me
Got a buck and a drum I got the K with me
Shine harder whenever you turn the lights off
We in the jungle
firm in the city
It was there where she met that kid
Started out just lunch, and turned into after work at the crib
She was impressed by the way he lived
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
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