Lyrics:
Thinkin' back to when my life was most confusin'
Weaved together place to place by anime and cartoons then
Doors locked, no one home, hop the fence,
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
And before we had all this fashion we bought DVD's
Use to watch em all on a fat screen and share a BED
Now before I get all the chatting about the BET
They
perverse
Ain't overstandin us nigga
My life ain't rehearsed
Ain't no rewind button like DVD
They never show the real neighborhood on TV
(TV)
Ours ain't
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
the sector, I wreck the microphonin'
I'm quick to pull a Tek and snap that neck and leave ya moanin'
Kid I'm zonin', it's on and I'm back up on the block
shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid
suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examinant
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block, my
equal
His new album in stores - Tical 0, man
The Prequel
You know how we do when me and my crew bang
Been rapping this kid
Since he was down with Wu Tang
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
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
installs.
So we hit the net while the Trade Center fell, New York met Hollywood, we ran like hell.
No Vietnam for us, yo, Iraq it's on. So who agree upon this
Turn it up a little bit yeah, uh
Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash
The cops on draw quick fast
So my shit stashed
I keep a big fifth stashed in
Let's take it to Yonkers, Blok Party
Yeah, what? New DMX
Niggaz is scared to fuck with the Dog 'cause I'm shady
You remember that kid from runnin'
I seen this girl, walking down the block
I said, "wait!"
"Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?"
"Have some donuts and milk?"
"Listen to a pop tune
cutest new kid should've seen my face
Brown boy and I'm sittin good with the high fade
On the track flashin like its pics I'm straight snappin
No cappin in
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
those in power
Will make your kids obey the coward
So, submit yourself to the new world shit
Watch the puppets dance and do the twist
The umbilical cord
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
(yeah)
You probably got your mama scared, don't wanna watch the news
Ready to risk your life and freedom for a pair of shoes
Yeah, you say you love your
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
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