Lyrics:
Swiss in my pocket no fondue
Look like Stephen but lyrics on Erkel
Kicking hoes out like Kung Fu
Yo bih' giving me scalp no Cauillou
Cover my scars with
ass I'll tell you what I need
If I'm gone write the rhymes then the lyrics gotta bleed
Bitch nigga, it come from a place snitch nigga
Yo words
the mic, kick a lil' muay thai
Smoking on the bok choy that got the whole block high
Ya neighbor like who knows, later I might stop by
Rap to ya, shoulda
level
High passed treble, If you meddle, we'll use metal
These lyrics are pumped by the fuel of the streets, my drive was on E
Until I got a refill,
the lyrics someone lent
Stuffed with all these pretty words
But you had no idea what they meant
But people were thrilled by your elegant monotone voice
By
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthaf**kas trying to get rid of me
But if you decipher my lyrics
find out nobody cares
Johny had to trian his mind to think above his playing peers
Johny fell in love and had his heart broken by Jenny
Johny poured
and brown boy call me Miles Morales
Swing around the city wit no sense of malice
Black and brown boy call me Miles Morales
From the train to block the city my
I'm this, human born, you've been warned
By the rhyme I wrote for
While teachin' them cuneiform
My lyrics is on, my is on your lyrics
Fear this,
With a pole
By my own
You get smoked
Like a pone
I can’t stop
Will not stop
In my head
Feeling clogged
Like a bot on the block
Robo cop
Not that talk
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Sitting by the river
Thinking about the days gone by
And an old lover who got away
How I mourn the passage of time
I feel inspired to jot it down
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
spin on yo block
Don't care if you gangsta don't care if you not if it's cold my lyrics making it hot
Time is money so I copped me a watch, like Makaveli
niggas ever seen a shotgun shot
Look like somethin, comin at you nonstop
A james brown make you say it loud
Lets walk through this block, head up
What?"
Pumpin' In The Cell By Myself, 'cause I Don't want to Hurt No-bo-dy
[Chorus - Drag-on]
I'm That Hood, I'm Those Streets
I'm Them Lyrics
rap don't work we gon hit that motherfucking block
We gon' trap it out we gon hustle by any means necessary
TGC shit the grind gon always continue
We
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
a jack-in-the-box,
One second I'm by the water, then I'm back on the block
VERSE 2:
It's a new dawn, heat flying, breddas keep iron,
In da street fighting, beefing
confuse ya'll on this one
Follow
When them tops come down, chicks tops come down
Like when them shots come out, make cops come around
When the blocks
rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B. and Rakim
'Cause she be rockin' me steadily, yo
confuse ya'll on this one
Follow
When them tops come down, chicks tops come down
Like when them shots come out, make cops come around
When the blocks
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