Lyrics:
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
'Cause I done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin' out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin' there, body down, stretched
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves like a stencil
New kid on the block and I make this Shit
OF LOVE
(Dallas Frazier - Clarence R. Selman)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one (what up!)
And on the cool check in
Center stage on the mic
And we puttin' it on wax
It's the new style
Four and three and two and one (what up!)
hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've done before 17
I'm really that kid (That
and see
What you doing doing doing
There's a new kid in the block
New Kid took the long walk
New Kid busting made no move but I'm gusting
New Kid New kid
to the main code you know they won't last
Don't say you know me ball like Ginobili came off a 10 sack now I count the g's
Was a kid off the block been smoking
and Blue
Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew
Black superstar, Jesus piece
Who he prayin' to? God or the Beast
Some bust blocks, feared on the block
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
a dog on heat, pussy nigga take a seat
I'm bout to take a leap
New kid on the block, block hot
See ops, fuck 12, fuck a cop
See red flags, I don't stop
I'm surrounded by Benjamin's (blue faces)
Don't fall in love with them bitches
'Cause I know the nigga that's pimpin' them (I know 'em)
My plug is
depleted
I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the Chitlin' tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new
the first time
Kids in my block going
Loco they busting through my front door
My two piece pretty polos
PJs with the loafs tho
Kick me round the block
a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here's one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit
.32s
Hit a nigga up, now he all up on the news
Hit a nigga up with the chopper, leaving no clues
Hit a nigga looking for the blues, all the blues
Bitch I
a crooked cop cruising down the wrong block
Can leave it bruised
Slain bodies stained black and blue
But one shot aimed at just the right spot
Can drop
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
(woo)
Big boy, big boy, yeah, narcotics (narcotics)
Pour me a drink and it's toxic (drank)
New York drippin', it's straight out the faucet (drip)
Pour
a new five
Circle the block where the beef's at
And park in front of my enemy's eyes
They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
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