Search results for 'jealous blue by new kids on the block' Page #61

noise
Of a space typhoon
So we sippin' on poisen
But it taste like brew
We all kinda trippin'
Gettin' baked since noon
Nice and equipped
With brand new

up New Castle Brown Ale and Wicked Ale/
Amstel Light, and Hornsby’s made a killing/
Samuel Adams wasn’t satisfied with Pabst Blue Ribbon/

Black

Dave

Black

2019

us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this

with a side of steak
I'm the kid from the block 
Everybody wanna go so I'm selling on my cock
Then I take it back home then I'm chopping off the block

The Planet

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East New York is no joke kid
And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed

the ratchet
Give Apryl Jones a stable home
Come up missing if they come in sniffing, boy, spray that "cologne"
And wet they whole block up
Feed them fools a hot

for a helping hand
Think I'm naive when I say I got you man
Call it Black intelligence
The ability to envy over shit 
Just to get jealous and
Negligence

shit
On your little social media your buzz ain't lit
Your girl ain't hot and politic's trash
You can catch us on the block with some oxygen masks
You

never get out of these blues alive”

I’m feeling pretty blue, man, I’m feeling pretty beat up
New chick I’ve been talking to don’t wanna meet up
Double D

up to yo house
What's that sh*t you talking bout
He a b*tch he ain't on sh*t for real stop faking for the clout
Hit yo block then clear it out f*ck

Lucci

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by

Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats

yelling
I burn down ya dwelling
Game so gold that it's measured in Kelvins
I dance like Elvis wita gun by my pelvis
So don't be jealous
Of me and my fellas

going to the store 
What the fuck
Kids get shot by a cop or a bully 
It’s funny how your hoody can be a threatening symbol 
To those with hate in their

for the bucks and the billies
Yes I'ma goat and they all want to milk me
I walked the block by myself from Compton to Philly
Stopped in New York just

calling me home I gotta do my chores later
And Mom won't let me on the streets
And Pops saying I might get popped by the cops when I'm in my sleep
But it's

on him, I guess she had to
Like the ink on this paper, he was mad blue
The mama couldn't shut her mouth, that was bad news
He barged back in pissed, she

Try hold a meds, look thru lens streets left me traumatized
I wrap the benz I had no gap on it man what a loss
Putting jackets on them new foreigns now

of you being selfish
So now you on my block list
I’m on to the next
And don’t forget your package
Cause those ain’t even my kids
I don’t need your calls

Focused up on the green til I had the blue
They still hate on the kid that's the sadder truth
Kept it patient so know i ain't sparing dude
Out the jungle

at this shit really got me sick
Let you build yo empire then rip it out yo fist
Way we going ride by doing it for the kids
They the fuckin future the real

tune steady mobbin
Ima product of the block pockets steady stay throbbin
I was bad as fuck as a kid but never was a problem
Never was a problem child

Pop It

Drag-On

Opposite of H2O

2000

dogs got 'em
Fuck it, for two minutes, let 'em play wit' a new pair
I got enough spares to flood the block with footwear
Pockets like a blimp; shit,

Yo..

It’s One a dem   Me’z  From way back who showed U bout Dibadon  


(scholar)



Who walked lark lane wid Smokey ,

(fam)



NO CAP FROM A KID