Lyrics:
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
a street poet leave niggaz fadin in my tracks
I stay posted on da block posted up wit da mack
By da 1st of the month Time to pop a new nigga
Steals car steal
off, shit
How we talk, shit
Don't need no guap, kid
Around yo block, kid
This for yo momma
Make her feel just like a boss bitch
For yo momma
Ay
I ain’t
Intro
Man fuck that
First chorus
Yeah my old bitch dip please I ain’t one to get hurt
Gotta new chick that’ll always out do her
Pull up in
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Intro:
And why do we call ourself 'Niggaz 4 Life'.
'Cause if we die we still gon' be some dead niggas.
"You don't really think you're gonna get
they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
[Intro]
What, what
What, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All Out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha
rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
shit, just rep
Show me ya holdin kid, control ya rep when we rollin
Worldwide, niggaz look live, collection cream by a land slide
Settin up to son, won
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
the corner store
It get real by the corner store
Niggas tryna make a meal by the corner store
Keep your kids from the corner store
Because these niggas round
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm, need to be calm
Nothin' but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot, the fire hydrant need to be on
(Harlem)
The fiends
still life,
can’t stand too still, right,
felt the same way a year ago,
spoke about it in the intro,
i don’t even mean to pass time,
taking notes from
payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_!
Pull up in the car with a new bitch in it
Circle 'round the block
Now I got two bitch in it
Never runnin' out because my juice infinite
I'm just out
[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind
stock
I’m the new kid on the block
That lil bitch on my jock
I’m the new kid on the block yeah, yeah
I’m going up in my stock
I’m the new kid
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i
It’s time to bring back the era
Of long intros
Where you know shit is serious with the long intros
And because I am serious
I’m Serious, like
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
a new house
I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz' thick
But all good things don't last
Task' came fast,
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
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