Lyrics:
And block out this stress my past criminal life might bring
The only way I use to nip it in the bud
Was ta try and put some bullets in some of you joker's
hey)
I wanna do it for you, I do
Erick Sermon's in the house (ooh wa-tah)
Let's get up, let's get down
Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore
running late
Gotta keep it tough
I was young momma asked me why
I won't let life here pass me by
Came up in the trenches where we hold a gun
Aimin straight
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
up in smoke
(Repeat 2X)
Two years later, and things have changed
Hip hop evolved into a whole new game
NWA's holding down my block
Denise
balance
But God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
Why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when
and all a that (That's right!)
Anyhow on my way here I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a hundred and five
They worry about drunks,
scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even
this pole, I'm a fake fan
On the block, it get funky like a wasteland
I'm a ride for my guys and I can't fold
We be makin' plays up in places that you
]
Yes I can
Yes I can
[ Kid ]
I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
to try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin'
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me,
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
kids nappy heads and all dirty
And she's gettin pimped by a nigga that's thirty
I saw her hangin' in an alley
Bragging to her friends how she's ho'in' in
from a kid in a baby carriage
Suckers vanish, because I do crazy damage
Crews I smoke and diss, don't even joke with this
Just listen to the sounds
look like they
Always smell onions
Ride by the elementary and kids cussin'
And it's nothin' new to us you could do to us
So get your weapon or player
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
sneeze (Fuck the Goldies)
That's just the Eastside way of getting chips
When your raise up chillin with the dogs and the rips
New cars get tagged, ridas
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
(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
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