Lyrics:
go, go, go...
[ VERSE 2 ]
>From upstate New York to way Down South
I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth
You're ready for
is only good
For steady fucking) go, go, go, go
From upstate New York to way Down South
I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with
A dick in your mouth
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars
him hangin' with the fuckin' sharks
Leave a nigga in the dark and pull off in a foreign car
I'm the type a, bitch, to a break a neck then
Leave a nigga
show up|When they ask they find out fast I'm a big dog not a little pup||I'm the new kid on the block|Got a lot to say on my way to the top|More like
take over they block, we in the building, nigga
Fuck all that petty change, let's get these millions, nigga
Ten toes on my block, where I'm from, I'm
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
the teeth of soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab
America meet the new Tango & Cash
Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the path
Rappers
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's
Babies cryin' brothers dyin' and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
It was
cause I'm not a hard rock
Got bitches on my jock, like New Kids On The Block
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, I'm undefeated
Step into my sector, homeboy,
[Fat girl!]
[You're a fat girl]
[Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat
[Fat girl!]
[You're a fat girl]
[Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat
swallow my kids in a two seat
Busting a forty, feeling like 2gz
We too G, bad bitch, she a groupie
End with an ah, she a thotty
Way I be pimping, no Scottie
pockets and it slipped in your couch
So say my name in your raps I go insane and attack
Hang you off of St. Nick by your chain and your chaps
Who set you up
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
if you don't pour nothing
He talking' way too tough
And how I'm feeling I might show something
We gon' get it flashing with these cannons
Ayy we don't
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
legend in between
That's where prayers made him hit his knees
See, he was born Cabrini-era back in '99
Old Chicago, Northside, where the news reportin'
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,
which seat
Group of esses gettin off the bus heart check and you in
Homie show em how tough he is gettin cliqued in by his friends
Here we go again,
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
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