Lyrics:
on standby
Waving just to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
out
He now had the attention of the entire crowd
The teachers didn't dare to step forward
But a popular kid did it straightforward
Bradley had the gun
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
Coast
We got it in a smash, so it's no need to boast
Bogart your block with the Brakalak bop
'll have your whole mass yellin out (Don't stop!)
This is
I used to compromise my honest life by honoring a stock of lies
So drawn to bein on the block impeded my own plot to rise
And treated youth like I
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
to mention any window to throw it out
Lookin like who don't you want and where it come from
Sippin on chickin wing, smackin on stout
Step to his boys,
drake nike
Hate really means deep down you like me
So all my opps know you help my psyche
I know you haters mad I can catch ya bluff
'Cause a new kid
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
peeps from the Southeast to Cali, (that's right!)
I live by the Oldest School, and I told you fools, live by the Golden Rule,
ciming for the top again,
Aside Satan Step Aside
Woe Who would've thought I'll be on the brink of losing my mind
From the lust of the flesh got me slowly dying
Tempted by
With a rubber grip
And these suckas step up out of line
And we gon fuck em up
I hug that strip, on the block
With that Yao Ming
Those oh yous put them
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
Nothing new under the sun
There's nothing new under the sun
Born into this life, I'm just tryna live
This is all I know so please can you forgive
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
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