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Back on the Block

Quincy Jones

Back on the Block

1989

And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they

a torch don’t need no light
Arm out the window with a what
I ain’t even gotta say that line

(Verse 1: Who TF is Justin Time?)
OG like I’m Brodnax
Feel like

ain't ready for this type of grimy shit
We ain't act with motherfucking lifestyle
We're just living everyday
Getting it on

Get the fuck out the way
While

ain't gonna win
Every time that she's bubblin' in
It feels like the devil's holding a pen
(shit) don't mind me I'm just thinking again
Thinking out loud

I been clutching two k's like im montana
Off the scene i been laid back ducking cameras
Baldyred in the kitchen with this arm and hammer
Hold it down

(had to)
He got twenty years to do before he gettin' out
Bein' white ain't work for him like it did Kyle Rittenhouse (haha)
That lil' white boy cried

of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me

my face, get out my face
Get out my face (aye)

I break the law then I tuck my heat 
Do it all for my seat
Ain't shit coming up sweet
Only these

John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born

ICONIC

Logic

YSIV

2018

sacrificed my twenties now that money ain't a thing now
Now that money ain't a thing

Everybody talk about my race on socials (Socials)
Make the boy wanna

When I come with this classic shit
Cause they bitin' but ain't nobody
Excited when I write it
So it's off the top if you know
The hype is still

If  bars is dead
Consider this the defibrillator
HipHop LIVES
If you thought it died, you a damn lie
Not as long as I'm living
And this just

nothing wrong with adding some more features.
Although it's been enough to leave your boy speechless.
I still stretch it out as far as my arm reaches.
Apart

some kids tryna make it out
Eight niggas in a little room with the music loud
At the edge of summer pushing fall bitch
Twenty Seventeen august
Dropped up

Freestyle Session

H.S.E.

Hustlaz Stackin' Endz

1999

sipping on bubbly
Running thangs, ain't no every day I'm on my campaign
Some boys be sipping Cristal, Moet pop serving champagne
Sip a fo' guzzler,

butterfly wings
Now watch me sprout & succeed
Cause the fruit ain't fall too far out the tree obviously
Ain't hard to tell like God's eye on me
Its no

Fallen… and it cuts to
Waller killing a steak, rare
He was chased out of Gotham by the Bat went
Searching for sanctuary elsewhere he
Never found it

Croc

or would
You rather wait and get caught out there with destruction, tryna tell you, boy, it's ugly
Bodies dropping by the dozen, so you better come repent,

ain't seen a day that went by 
Look outside and I cry
Life's so good don't a abuse it
Your heart still beats to the music
Your heart still beats

flunked
Don't be a punk loosen up
Ain't gotta get messed up
Live n love, all one love
Change the scene, ain't bout the C.R.E.A.M
Ain't about the mansions n

we'll be right in a minute 
You know it's No Dayz Off we stand out we don't fit in
Had to fall back from niggas who ain't bring to the table
You know

this shit
Take you out to neverland and you might see what ya miss
Cause at our heart we all kids
Fuck it all we bout to ball
And I ain't tripping off no

the truth what I did and who I did it for
Cause I put my City on out my City on and we ain't never gonna fall
Fuck 12 I got dirty work in my draws and I just