Lyrics:
the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off to a couple
left the keys to the brand new Porsche
Would they mind?
Umm, well, of course not
I'll just take it for a little spin
And maybe show it off
shed your skin,
breaks that would cause your head to spin.
matching jackets for the siamese twins,
brand new shoes I cruise around the writer's block
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
the hot shit supposed to be and think if you close to me
Meaning I'm the shit even if you had 999 ear wigs
I spit the ill shit that make your brain sick
get up in your chick pants bitch dance
It's four hoes with me, if them
Four hoes did me, shawty
It won't be a fifth chance
My whole stretch from south
honey like I stole your bike
New Kids On The Block had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
him
completely by surprise, and Arthur became convinced that a new
strategy was required if the quest for the Holy Grail were to be
brought
honey like I stole your bike
New Kids On The Block had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
(That block)
Puttin' everything in it
It was all or nothin' (My all)
Now these diamonds on my neck
Got all these bitches fuckin' (Hardo)
With a kid, they
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
These pussy niggas be talkin'
I swear to God I'll blast 'em
Show them that I'm forreal, man I be ball
Look at that fake ass chain look like
He got it from
the project that you've never seen the memory of a hero
I'm the new kid on the block
Everything I do I put it on God
Keep my head high like nothing can stop me
how the racks go
Never get lost even though I got ten toes
Fuck with me stand a chance to be my hoe
This my block kid
This ain't no game this ain't no
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
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Everything pricey, that same old shit Really don't excite me
Yeah my new girl gotta be icey
Pull up on your block it's gonna get Spicy
Everything
Yeah yeah, what
Who want it yeah yeah kid
One, two uh
Brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t
But everything in ain't always what it seems
You might get
red
With our dick in ya mouth, fucking everything you just said
[Eminem:]
Yeah yeah bitch, coming to a block near you is Dirty Dozen
Nasty like
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
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