Lyrics:
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
Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid
Kid kidnap ya pops
[Hook: x 2]
Shit back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make the money, get the mansion,
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
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
the block it be smoking
So conflicted need a bitch to be open
Superstitious broke um in now I'm hoping
I commend ya cause ya heart it been broken
Suck
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
This neighborhood is full of mutts
Barking kids and arguments
People yell from block to block
And quiet down by ten o'clock
They blow their
your bid and kill no kids
Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas,
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
should
[Chorus]
Grew up in the Y
New York that is
Why-why-Ya know the name
I handle my biz, kid
be the same in the booth
Searching fo what's new yup Googl3
By myself not no one else um um
Fool wit the vocab going buko
Be you what I'm shouting out
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
The Flintstones
Imma count up knots til my kids old
Got a pound of pot to my zip code
Not about to stop bitch I'm ten toes
Knocking out an opp on the spot like I'm
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
grams
Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand
Grandmother diabetic insulin gets injected
And little kids neglected
Cause parents livin' reckless
I've
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
Yeah unhunh yeah
I teach um how to use your hands
N make a profit
I taught em how to take ya brain
N make a dolla
Fucc them jordans
I got
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