Lyrics:
I got a son on the way and he gone eat right
On the block every day gotta serve me a fien
The hustle don't stop get it by any means
A dollar
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you
a jack-in-the-box,
One second I'm by the water, then I'm back on the block
VERSE 2:
It's a new dawn, heat flying, breddas keep iron,
In da street fighting, beefing
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
the valley, kids in the valley aye
I'm servin' I'm choppin new shit and it's boppin
This shit the finale aye
Kids in the valley, kids in the valley, kids in
space wasted time
No rest till I die kid
Wasted too much time kid
Now I gotta fly kid
Clyde did
Dip like Frazier
Right hook
Walt style
New York style
Joe
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
to do tha
kid that tried to slip for some buda, sleep (word up)
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it
nutrients
All we need is a little sunshine
You know, some exposure
You don't need to keep your kids
We we don't need to keep our
Kids closed in and indoors
We
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
just let the music come from the soul
So every single kid can stay on the floor
We've got a brand new dance (come on), we gotta move your muscle
Brand
with me in your deck
Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS
And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid
Fucked around and made some shit
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
event, I'll catch em by surprise
Inner city new kid, Damir on the rise
So what's new, Kid D's breaking through
One two, one two
[Chorus: Kid D's]
I jump
Kendrick the gift for the future oh yeah I said it
Thug life, good kid mad city mad respect representin' the hood right
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't
on the block, end his life
And the kid's name was James ??? right, and that's my testimony
[Mr. Serv-On]
Now see in my life, it ain't never been what it's
but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (Hell no!)
I treat humans like students (Fail y'all)
So
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
bitches all over the kid
Im fighting these demons I can’t sleep through the night
Got the wrong on my left and the right on my right
And I’m sliding auto
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
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