Lyrics:
tryin to chase my dreams
did i leave your mind when i was gone
i hope not
verse 2 (Q "the Kid")
now im in a new state new division
new sound new shit im
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
New kid on the block
Fresh in the game
Grind never stop
Ice in my veins
Think too much got the world on my brain
If you blink too much then the world
so you know I'm gonna get it
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's,
the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep
[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in
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,
a middle finger
Hip hop is sweeping the nation
But the contents seem so degrading
Most rappers got new albums
That white kids are anticipating
If you don't
seem so degrading,
Most rappers got new albums that white kids are anticipating,
If you don't like it on the radio
or the television then switch
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
Winnin' by a long shot
Know you gotta be the change
If you wanna see the change
First album was twenty fo'
Sixty fo' I leave the game
Mamba mentality
I'm
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
state of mind like a shooter
For the New York Knicks i'm the best
And if they ask Kawhi like the Clips
Tell 'em Dax got a glove with
The game in his grip
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
block
And pull you outta life
And I now know it's true
You lied and walked away
I just wanted you to stay
But you love to play these games with me
I
das Album da, das die deutsche Szene in ihren Grundfesten erschüttert
Unmengen von Müttern die, nachdem sie den Boss einmal sahen
Zwecks
good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
look act and sound and same
They'd rather see me clash make me
Push back my album date
By any means necessary
Get me on a Malcolm wave
And now they got
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
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
sliding tryna find a opp 2 shoot
Shorty got a pass
He was walking with kid
Nigga Imma kill you
If u on this block again
Bought a box of bullets Imma split
in this story hooked on hero' in the truth
But that's god's way, can't face what the tomb say
Unmarked grave in the park where the kids play
News say,
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