Lyrics:
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
Yeah
(Yeah)
D block
(D block)
(New Lox)
Envy, whattup my nigga?
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo
(C'mon)
If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
Yo, Phife, you doing a remix or what?
Uh huh
Yeah
Ay yo, Bus', let me get a backwood, nigga
Ha ha, yo
Phife Dawg is in the buildin' (uh huh)
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
white family on the block had to adapt to a change
Paranoid of my new surroundings, would they see me the same
By the time I'm in high school, I had
written by Brenda kid
Prove you the best I'll delete all the evidence
I'm In the league with the legends and
I'll shake the game up ill etcher sketch
Y'all
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
and fishing
Been about the block, whipped all the cars on the wish list
G class or G shock
Every other week i'm frontin with a new watch
Ironic cah the timing
of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo
We like causing chaos like the city
There's a new kid on the block, bitch I'm the new edition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
I'm the remix to ignition
Ainʼt no competition
This a lyrical
a helicopter crashing in lava
Still sweeter to the ladies than a box of Godiva
Music industry is like a game of cops and robbers
Too many Indians, no chiefs
not a block
That you rock so put Down the fucking little act bitch
Before you get fucked up by the real motherfuckers yeah
I don't know why these
care what a bitch say
I'ma be like this 'til I get gray
And I ain't puttin' no rims on it
When it's 500 ya ride factory
The new album is on the way
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
like
When I came in, they always give new
Kids the examples like, "Now if
You want to leave here, you
Act like him you don't want to
Be like him" After
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
on the album
Yeah, shit's so surreal
Labels in the States tryna close a deal
New kids on the block, we the new wave
This good music got me two chains
I say
Knock knock to the game from them monsters
Part 2 cock pop with a rahh rahh
30 ought boom shak with a laka
Hauk boof doot doot doot from the chop
One step, two step, G checker kid Run up on your block and your wigs are getting
Split Grew up on a Ezi, let me tell you how I live
Hard times, never
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