Lyrics:
to the studio and got in front of the microphone
And was saying, "He held a gun against my head, this is a dangerous place
I wouldn't like to live here"
You
new VVS's got her iced out
And she like it when I fuck her lights out
And I gotta get her like right now
twelve
Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your
know I had to up and leave
I told you I'll be back, girl, but you ain't believe
She told me 9 was too long, and she got a new man
One who gon' stay
plucked
Pass the purple stuff, whoadie
It's time to get swerk up on the block, 1
000 grams on Hogan and Kirk
We in them t-shirts and doo rags
Females all
Grrr
Mm
I gots to make a move and make it soon, uh
I gots to take a block and make it boom
I take the car and hit it with this boom
Now come
and propagate the evil?
I can live a normal life and solely have my freedom
But I'd rather be in prison tryna help the world to see it
I got pain that I like
your front
Watch your side
It's only right
Never be too comfortable
Can never be too careful
And don't push your luck
You move with love
Mistakes
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
That's why I go block to block
Movin' pound for pound
I can't live without it
I gotta go and get it
Money makes the whole world go 'round
And if you
sounding very good,
They look very good, and kids over there really appreciate good music and
Stuff. and I think the next time we're gonna play
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
right
'Cause live from New York it's Saturday Nite, forever
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New
growing up together
But it's a new day you have children, you have parents to take care of
You have more responsibilities
It's a new day, I got kids
face
Peep the pussy pass it to my partner
Bitch you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a nigga got two kids
We pull up in
space wasted time
No rest till I die kid
Wasted too much time kid
Now I gotta fly kid
Clyde did
Dip like Frazier
Right hook
Walt style
New York style
Joe
flight like an angel, but got watch for the devil
My lyrics hot as the hell, but you know the heavens sent it
Tryna teach the kings to own the block
The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski
Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat
Live in a house by the aqua teen kids
With oil in the driveway that looks
Even though you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun why'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song,
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
bullets hit you up leave yo body with contusions
Yo stans praying for you to live
I'm on that Greek shit I pi right back on the block
Head shot kill shot
stuff bruv
I ain't shit without you
I ain't even gotta say no name when i say
This you already know who it's going out to
This one right here this one
won't be king
This is only the beginning look at all the stuff i did
You don't know about my past so don't claim you know the kid
You ain't never met my
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