Lyrics:
of these kids that lie to the youth, I'm living proof
Comstock in the house it don't stop
Sing Sing, uh you don't stop
Attica come on you don't stop
Song Lyrics: Big Blue
By: Electric City Underground featuring Tachichi
( Kirk Comstock cuthor)
Excuse me mabey come and save me. I`ve been livin in
a jail bed (uh-huh)
Like a mattress from Sing-Sing or way down in Comstock (uh-huh)
These bitches call me "Bling King," I shit when the bomb drop
for half a pit - he got knocked
He on lock still controllin' the spot from Comstock
Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprisin' Caine
His man just got
bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
You know my shit is hitting
Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
Kicking flavor, make
understand it
I bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock, and Clinton
You know my shit is hitting
Yeah ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls
Kicking
at and then end up on ya moms block
>From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no where to hide,
the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last
where you at and then end up on ya moms block
>From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no
There'll be none of that
Just lock it down like
Comstock nothing better Ahk
Don't ever sell a tray on my
Block you'll need the doc-
Tor, move fast to have
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split
on (oh)
Hold on (hold on)
Rikers Island, Comstock and Downstate
Coxsackie, plus Clinton and Green Haven
They be gettin' it in, in
Can't forget Sing
(uh-huh)
My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
I got shooters, they ain't got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
I get it then I blow it
of that
Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight
the epitome of that
Uh, we much better than why'all, Terre-error the Squad
My niggaz set it when we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon
cutters
Drop brothers off at comstock
To see locked brothers
Hick town up in New York State jakes
Hate a black New York face
Jumping out the phantom with
'Cause I talk so much shit I can taste it on my breath
I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under padlock
Like comstock, wit more shoes than a Foot
Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks
Bars made like Comstock, dead man's Glock
Holdin' name down, spit a hundred in change now
Range spin out,
sold my mom rocks
Free the gangstas in Clinton Max and Comstock
Attica and Wyoming, Albion, the guys know me
Might go see my jeweller, buy 5 Rollies
Just
See me standing on the corner of Comstock
And Waverly in a daze
Where I saw my brother speak for the first time
Since he graduated in the Spring
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sitting in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
I wake up
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sitting in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
I wake up
to Comstock
Movin' like a flock of Arabs in war-lock
[Tragedy Khadafi]
Makin' on blocks a four-carat stone
Infrared chrome
In Kuwait I await skull
heard it pop
Now you snitching like Colin Fergueson at Comstock
You ain't a thug, be , I'm rougher than rugby
The real niggas tolerate you, but the thugs
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