Lyrics:
spinning blocks, doing hits
You a never blast
You ain't put that bitch on and you had a mask
Then I heard yo new song talking 'bout you a gangster and shit
feet
Could have thrown the towel in and then admitted defeat
But it's always something new and by the skin of my teeth
The good lord looking down with
people will be heard.
[Willie the Kid]
Show you what the soldiers see:
Embassy, Diplomacy,
Since seen infantry,
Shootin' at the cobra fleet.
Deploy
Klockin' for the dollaz like the first and 15th
Hell yeah show the money makin' payments every week
Get the stash spot pumpin' want my kid's kids
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?
crew to be
Soon to see how us official niggaz get down
Ask around kid it's on when we get down
The rap roads still doin rap shows
Brava counterfeit hit
see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my
show to do new tool in the case
That makes a nigga cool to the kids in this place
Rapper soul sold for big bills and a place
Pray for who?
Shhh
Woah
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
still rings
You can't find my in my Nike tech and my Air Force Ones on the block with PAK
Feds thought I was a bando baby cos they pulled me in the ride
'round that corner
I'm still gon' be up if I die today
I came through crashing like a tidal wave
I got this shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your bitch
Say I didn't start this who put you on oh yeah the kid Scott
The kid hot
Spent your two cents on a wrist watch
Did it by myself for so long I forgot
chose
Still I'm livin' it by street codes
Pain and poverty put these flows in Beast Mode
Here we go
The road to my success from here was not a block
a stupid little kid
When I play my little songs wishing I could make it big
And I show them to my mom and I send them to my friends
But they never get
bubble but its bubbling in me man
It's just facetious
The kids are getting pregnant and the watermelons seedless
I don't believe this
They can't even tie
one tape with hardcore
I was so upset, and ready to get ill
Then I thought about a kid who lived up the hill
I went to his house to get my tape
He
want a brand new glock don't ya (right)
You want to hold the block down for ya mens locked down
Till they get back home, Just Do It (Just Do It)
You want
want a brand new glock don't ya (right)
You want to hold the block down for ya mens locked down
Till they get back home, Just Do It (Just Do It)
You want
she wanna die
Now we on the news
Buried us by the roadside, the roadside, the roadsideee
Kid castle
When you see me on your grave
When you see me
the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block
But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "you tell me?
I don't know, ed lover, Dr. Dre and heavy d?"
I
First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get
on a chick
Her mouth hold kids like a test tube
Got 20 20 vision
Something like a bird watcher
Swag strolling through your block
Like a old honda
Putting out
out at his show 6 niggas deep in a white truck
We gon walk right thru the door stand by the stage them cannons tucked
If a nigga try to play I tell my
ain't tryin' to be you
Nineteen-ninety-nine, 2000 black, new design
My head is on right
Back up kid you wasn't born right
Playin' center I block
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