Search results for 'survive youlets go out with a bang hidden track by new kids on the block' Page #11

we ain't impressed with ya rhymes
This kid's a nobody, I'm a young KRS in his prime
Yo, I could tell by your face that you nervous, so just leave

Don't Panic

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

back here, don't know how to make a knife?
Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by

it goes to survive, how it goes in this life
How I'm grown, and I still gotta go with my knife
Even when I fucking go to Dubai, I only get peace when

surprise hoe,
Yea they got me giddy inside wo,
Plug up the kid and then energize my flow,
Get rocked Popeye flow,
Nice of you to drop by hoe,
Now bye bye

on track
Try to use my train of
Thought to determine my path when I drop
It's gonna be like we playin' jacks
Steppin' out the box and no
One can tell me jack

Oh, sometimes, I feel more broken, than black
Never taught how to share, can't build, play well or let go of pain
So we claim blocks, lay bricks,

been a lot worse
I ain't dead, I ain't in a hearse
But still I got to deal with the
Fact that a nigga feeling curse
I need to let it out, so I spit it in

Ain't nothin' but lemon and butter left
Blue ribbon for the chef
Couple thou' on my left
I'm callin' up TF if I'm out on the West
Ridin' out with Funk

Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that

way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names

Stick Up

Big Daddy Kane

Cornerstone Mixtape, No. 38

2002

you official in the middle initial
Yes' we do the thang, don't care who we bang
Quick to bring the belt out on cats like pootytang
I'm that, new we in,

and a pack full of matches
Got the track lit and the kid mad maxing
Last with the laugh ain't no pass for the whack shit
And It's lids for the caskets
If they

through your hood 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

rappin' Big Poppa
Or Just the Two of Us by Will Smith
Those words stuck with my as a little kid
Just me and you
Just you and I
I know I'll be alright if you

it was
I was like, yo
You gotta find a way to email me these beats 'cause I can't go to the studio with these fuckin'
With a CD and record over 'em

don't care what you bang 
SI diamonds man you need a new chain 
Go to the gun range, You need some new aim. 
You ain't hit shit man you need some new

Streets of New York

Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

Rap's Biggest Hits, Vol. 2

1995

got crack addicts with automatics
Shoot-outs for a desire for territory
A kid got caught in the crossfire
A tired mother can't take no more
She grab

dick, yeah
And i'm gone and zooted, ride by the block on a scooter
Up in the house eating oodles of noodles
You gay ass niggas some poodles
You is a kid

should be ashamed of yourself like a fat kid that stashes hostess
Lined the block with rotten corpses that are dank and molding 
Attacked Bambi’s mom,

control of reality introduce yourself as host
No longer bound by the fear you're feeling braving than most

Enter the portal new dimension oh did I forget

to go
To the store
And get new stuff

We'd move the drums
To the basement
In the winter

And at some point
They bought me a
Tama Swingstar kit
With Paiste

I fuck with a lot of the homies
But nah bro i dont gang bang
But if a nigga gone ride for me 
Trust me bro ill do the same thang

I b dolo out in

Warren to Eight Mile out in Southfield with my cougar
I know how it feels to be clueless after watching a fox two news clip
Ain't no bad mood after

page of paper
Head so fresh like I rented a new borns brain
Call this fare a fete but
Fate's rarely fair though
Hop on this merry go round if you dare