Lyrics:
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
It's a new day, switch the case
Semi the fully and spray
Nigga u can die today
Duck or get out
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
he get he showin' off his new dance moves (ha!)
Good to see my nigga home gettin' back to a bag (Shmoney)
If her show is called "The Red Table"
Pssh, man, I need a lighter, man (right here)
Yeah, what's up, Slim? (What's crackin'?)
Hit this shit (Shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today
make monster beats
I do a show and left your
Block looking like Contra streets
Oh, turn the volume up
You still talking that Mass & volume stuff
It
is not a show I'm good at hiding my pain like a curtain
Know some shooters pop out on yo' block with problems like curb service
Stop and get pack
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
a positive to a negative
Better pray before you know exactly who the fuck you're dealing with
This is not a dress rehearsal, let me tell you kid
Whatever
Houston, and of course Will Smith
Can't forget about Madonna or New Kids on the Block
And we all know the 90's supplied us the best rock!
Give me some
wire
Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream,
change and rearrange
My whole rap format, no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh
I thought I
no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over new kids on the block and paula abdul, huh
I thought I made it, then my song faded
And none
just call me, man
We was a army, man, remember the plans we had?
Remember when rehearsals ain't go by so fast?
Remember when touring ain't revolve
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
I went commercial
when you need to take your ass to rehearsal
Your show is torn, done, ripped
So until you get your show down pat, don't pop no lip
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
of the man nor his action
Class now is session, "Soldiers boys, today's aim is: Never show your heat
And don't flame it"
You playin life, wit a man who
New kid, who is this
Upon the block
Shit, I popped up like a resurrection from a once thriller to a different chapter
18 plus, I get these hoes
something in the water
That just make me feel divine
So I get up on these beats, just to show off my shine
I thought I already told you
You won't block my
wait aye
What you wanna do today?
We can do anything, put you onto finer things
Just wait, hold up, aye, yuh
Shawty got a brain yuh
Shawty go
Might show
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