Lyrics:
'm poppin the glock
And the cop tails for the guerillas on the block
For skinny niggaz like myself, artillery shops as well, yeah
[Bizzy Bone]
(You think I
frustrated
People been looking and laughing and pointing this ain't entertainment
Huh
Theres kids in the cages
I'm feeling frustrated
People been looking
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
+Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it
yeah)
Money, money I got, money, money I got (I run New York!)
I took quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
Coca-Cola came and bought it for
I'ma go biblical now
By His Grace we came through
We conquered the demons now we looking for the sinners
And we all be turned to brand new
Keeping
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
Kids in Brazil yours and my children
Police drive by the favela and just kill them
Problem is, it feels
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly
When girls stop by
For the summer
For the summer
I like
though
Now the kids are angry and I know they won't be stifled
Done poopin' on 2A and I'm movin' on to a new day
With a Federal Ban on AK's, sure
kids every block who watch for that free opportunity
As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop
And you won't even notice your mind will be so
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
below
Best know 'til the day I die I'ma keep this heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin' the blocks but the block ain't hug
time for this
boredom, we never noticed
boredom, how could we not see
I'm sitting in a window sill
I'm staring out, I'm feeling kinda ill
I'm trying out
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer do you remember?
Do you remember when we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block had a bunch
the game
I'll be damned if a thin' changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustlin' to make a million, Lord knows
Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
understand her
Her secret is not to know
Nothing for me to do with or for or to
But oh, oh, oh
I just love to watch her go
Part VII - Color Me Gone (Reprise
his Bible type kid
Always praying type kid
Get on my knees and praise the Lord? I'll do that always type kid
Grass to graces type kid
This the honest
Whip it, whip it
Whip it, whip it
I'm the yeah
New kid on the the block twice
(New kid on the block)
Reppin up my own turf
Ain't got no mob ties
Yah
Whatever road you walk on in life, Make sure you walk on it right
I walk by faith, walk by faith
Not by sight, not by sight
Block what's wrong,
parents only touch they children when a whips brought
That's why bad kids do bad shit, just so they could caught
And get touched, this growing up shit's
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go
Children molested by these cowards who
Ain't in at all as long as I'm living
I ain't gon' let these cowards win at all
(Ain't gon' let them win)
And for my
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