Lyrics:
between us
Girl you so confusing you must be from Venus
I think I wanna memorize your features
If this was high school, I’d wanna meet ya by the bleachers
abandoned us a year and a half prior
My little blue-eyed girl barely spoke and was still wearing diapers
A long process of specialist appointments that would
Treating the block like it taught me a new religion
Im screaming death to the competition
When will they bring us up in there discussions
when they do it
little smoke in the spot
Let me play you my new shit
You can pass me the ox
Main bitch, got me like aah
Everytime I see it girl I’m like ooh
Hit it quick
got em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid as a forty
Each and every day,
fear is forever
And lies become legend
And eventually growing
Slowly, exponentially
She should've been a cover girl
Treated like a princess
But she's
Yeah
Y'all know what this is
JQuest
New kid on the block, coming in, killing shit, I'm hot like presto (Hot, hot hot)
Not phased by these lame
new bae
I Gotta
Iced out Rollie in my wrist
It don't tick tock
I spent a couple on a coup
Make that shit drop
And i met this girl
She know how to make
of the pinterest and the petty crime
Ground level distressed by the petty grind
Some of us even try to dipset ahead of time
Dying to live don’t cover it
Workers’
(Come on, man, Come on)
Yeah this what it felt like
When I grew up in New York
Mike Cash, what up?
I want my kids to grow up
In a all black
feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by
Inna Bando we cookin' dickhead snitchin' you see me lurk on block you trippin
Catch a enemy bun them the next week end
His face on a news he's
this the new image
Yeah that's right you get percentage
If you do right by me right beside me
Is my new apprentice
I cannot stop 'cause I need me another
butler
Gimmie tape and some black covers
You like kids you a child lover (And That's facts)
Whatchu you niggas know about that
Whatchu you niggas know
on the cover of a magazine
I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z Blue Magic nigga, what what
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
block on the curb
Same watch on the slurb
Same drop let the trunk bang
With the bang cock
Girl coming cray she's tryna try
To fray straight from Bangkok
see my story is a story untold by the
Kid from Compton making straight
A's for new clothes
Surrounded by bullets from one
Of my relatives foes
Because
Verse 1:
Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making
wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
pulled up to the corner at the end of my block
That's when I saw this beautiful girlie girl walking
I picked up my car phone to perpetrate like I was
me for a new one
Girl, I'm way too wavy, let you play me like it's too fun
Malice in my palace, you the salad to my crouton
Keisha, Jenny, Gia, give
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