Lyrics:
Conception?
Between heaven and hell
What's between heaven and hell
A brand new me, oh it's the brand new me
Okay, fucking tell these kids one thing, just
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more
A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer
to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
to explain to my Mom
That I was gonna have to go through this about 200 more times
So to you all the kids all across the land
There's no need to argue
called, for such a time as this!"
You can't resist the change
And you're not condemned by your yesterday
If you can grab hold of your now, and move in your
a bitch say
(Man)
Had to gas up the Grand Nash'
To go and bend the block
(For real, for real, for real)
(I'm on my way, on my way)
Had to gas up the Grand
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
There once was kid
Who moved to the block
From down around the bend
He was a lonely new kid
And the new kid needed a friend
One day a boy on a bike
the past time
Smart kid grew up with a bad mind
Ran through the steps like a land mine
If you got the pack I don’t want a lead
But this lead will follow with
(Kids in Syracuse, NY Park)
This world needs peace
This world needs love
And everything will be better
Man shout out is that Jay man
One of the best
in the pot
Started getting the guop
Just a kid from the block
Never what I was not not a thug, I was shot
Fell in love with the chop
I'ma pride for
dig)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (you dig)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (you dig)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh
She wakes up in the morning with the new sunrise
Looks at her husband sleeping still
Inside she cries
She makes the children breakfast
Gets
I'm just a outsider, inside, outlinin' thing's I'm surrounded by
This time the outcome is insight to how some live life
The shoe doesn't fit me
Your like I know right
So why not begin
This whole life we go by
It's go time again
So why not begin
It's go time again
Your like I know right
So why
'ma shoot by myself, like a technical foul
City to city, got girls goin' wild
Better not reach for my chain when I jump in the crowd
Lambo' so low, gotta
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
be weird again
When I disappear, I'm tryna reappear in them
Hangin' around my block with my little kids
They came out my cock
Hello Little Cock, hello
heard that shit before
And I say "Uh huh, oh yeah, you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere (more news
You know
I like to um
I like to call em crumbsnatchers
It’s the universal name for kids
This is for the children, the real ones
North side south
gotta pay rent
Who makes the most dead presidents in the projects
You're gonna get robbed and wrecked
I parked up the block to plot on a kid that
this way
I hold my head down in shame
It seems I make you sick in every fucking way
The reason I cry ‘cause I don’t want to die
A reprise for
on this wide frame
Whippin' out and grippin' gram, new truck or candy slant
Makin' young girls drop it I, hit the slab bitch hit the block
Hit the block
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