Lyrics:
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
give me shock, then you gotta electric (Woo)
Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah)
'Cause they want me
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
rode by
The new kid waved and shouted
"Hi!
Hi! I'm the new kid
Would you be my friend?"
But...the boy on the bike said
"No indeed!
I've got all
to that kitchen table
Sit right next to you and protect you
Just know half of the kids at school are going through the same thing
And it's not your
obstacle
Black slave turned black cop is not logical
But very psychological, haven't you heard?
It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg
now some place I did it all by myself
You should have known the boy was destined for a minor wealth and by minor I mean I don't make any money off my
you already know
Yeah, Yeah
Check it
It's gonna go something like this
Pepe, run it
Yeah New York, Where I'm from
The city that never sleeps
So I've
a new crib - had to buy a new truck
I showed ‘em and proved it, I beat the statistics
I gave you the vibe, bae I know that you miss it
I followed
wasn’t something she ever brought up at barbecues… but it made the most sense to her. When you suffer from something like chronic night terrors, brought
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
York
Keep it real, I get ill
New York, New York
Number one
New York, New York
The city, I gotta get in
You know the town stupid, this is all
a better person, you'll forever be working
I don't want that version, Ross said it best
You measure success by how many people you bless
When you left,
the criticism
So here's what we're gonna do
We're gonna make a new movie
Where I'm the star and you pay me to use me
We'll shoot it in Los Angeles, hmm,
get high cause the sky is my hood
I guess I'm the streets cause she belongs to me
I ain't a flexer it's just that I got a degree
This my block kid
This
You said your time just give me a minute
Ohh
You know I'm feeling crazy, my vibe when I'm in it
Ohh
Floss
Yeah, yeah
Move like a boss, I move like
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
who art in heaven
Bless those who wish good U
Upon your kids
Destroy the evil and show us The light
Give us the key to success
This wasn't a prayer
nation)
Keeping kids hoping, keeping kids learning, keeping kids reading
(You can feel the vibration)
I love being an emcee, doing the right thing like
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
a winter wonderland
Alright, Kate, that's how the song goes
You wanna give it a shot
Yeah dad, but, um, your version kinda put me to sleep
Listen
Am I even relevant? That depends how you measure it
Take a measurement, then bag it up and give me the evidence
Pretty evident, dependable can never
impossible dreams manifest
And the games that be comin' with it
Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto
But you don't know about the blood, sweat,
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