Lyrics:
'bout the reasons that I'm bleeding
I used think that life was about the way that I'm breathing
I could dissect for days and try to find a new meaning
My
Ayy, gang
(Dumb ways to die)
Like, there's so many ways
His strugglin', body got hit with the K
Uh, we circle your block all day
Fuck it, we up in it
like I'm living, you a dick rider
They know we move like ghosts out here
I'm moving in the signs of these nine, you heard me?
I pull up by myself
a notch with that country thump
We spread funky stuff, I know you want your stuff
Got the beat and it's tough, you can't take it, too much
Your body
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
(Who goes there?) Where? (Right here)
The boom kids knockin'
Bang and they outta here
The dopeman's livin' at home alone, man
And they don't understand
at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'mma see
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
But I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way
Dey say dis click has No motherfuckin' Limits
Fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones,
Walk around Dale in new balance
Bonghogger, dogwalker, he a goner now
Block rocker, show stopper, in the gutter now
Bonghogger, dogwalker, he a goner
smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge
Uh, I'm in New York now like Akeem and Semi was
Tryna get the lobby door open from a semi-buzz
I
there by members of the Ku Klux.
So peep Kool G. Rap, don't sleep, money unless it's witcha girl.
Straight up kid, I'm blowin' up in the world.
Punched holes in the wall, then they fed the thugs lunch
After they rocked the party in a literal sense
Sedimentary propensity, they hit the kid
down the block, so I know my way around
North Maine and Auburn before it was a roundabout
Love big words, I used to have to sound it out
Acting ass in
Oh he on that block then we takin that trip
BOW skurt off in the whip
How many times i beat a nigga w a brick
If i see dudey Lo bullets rip through his
million by the age of 22
Like Dan from Cedar block him and little Motor
James from Piru street with them boulders
Rest in peace little Noopy he
And the place that I lay
Checkin they eyes if they lower then mine
Than you know I got nothing to say
Kids in the cave
Hidin' they face from the cameras
Cause to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock, Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped for the beatdown
[Verse 3]
Yeah, this is
bullshit
Been through the tough you can feel in my music
Cash in my pock, feels I'm never gun lose it
Been wit my block, but my town bout to lose me
Got
less talk just move
That same block where I met my crew
Hangin' with n***** who can't vouch for you
Label on top we just watch from the roof
(B****** is
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon
I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune
The lady right in front of me was old and brown
The kids began
was ridin' on the subway in the afternoon
I saw some kids 'a beatin' out a funky tune
The lady right in front of me was old and brown
The kids began
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