Lyrics:
New kid on the block
Shit I'm just practicing my fade
Spent 300 on them J's
Push 250 to the bank
I know I told you it was me
But I was only making
This neighborhood is full of mutts
Barking kids and arguments
People yell from block to block
And quiet down by ten o'clock
They blow their
The future generation
Will take me by the hand
To the common in my home ground
This is the story of the band
Wet weekends and New Year parties
You
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bulls***_
We used to +F*** R&B B****es+ and see who rhyme
new song
Race past the fails 'cuz the future looks bright
What does it entail, fresh lights, all whites, new heights
Everyday makin' moves
New heights,
to brake* the news
Right down too her
Called her name
No response
Called again
No response
Thinking she's by a friend
Called her phone
To hear it ringing
your bid and kill no kids
Roughneck reppin' the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas,
and right
The poor run
The rich catch
The kids caged
Sold to be raped
The poor sue
The rich brag
The kids lie
Attacked by both black and white
The poor
remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from playing tag, to me running from the cops
Went from Tunker Toys,
remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from playing tag, to me running from the cops
Went from Tunker Toys,
i'm the kingpin called future
Make a killin' in these buildings in the millions
Got 'em feeling like brewster
Shit hot as fallujah
Kids grown now,
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
if we being frank I'm blinding with these writtens shit I'm gifted too
Don't get me twisted I been pimping too
Actually winning in my future
I been
y'all know who we are
If you don't know who we is, new kids on the block
Newlywed to the game, but we never tied the knot
Jay working like he tryina sign
this kid could be the greatest rapper on earth
He said his balls are small but look at the size of that dome
My parents called me Paul and then they took
Been down bad from the block
Run fast but we ain't catching up
So we gotta keep going
Been picked on by the cops
Suspect, put us all in the box
But
As retarded as the sound of deaf people arguing
You hold the future of the kid you daughter's gargling
Me, I have the odd future motherfucking sargeaning
(Tyler
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
Cause if 300 find out you
Gone be nothing but a mention
We gone ride out
Onna block with my slide out
Hide out, cause boy
It's bout yo time now
Caught
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
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