Search results for 'intro by new kids on the block' Page #107

a plate of food in the middle was a cigarette
Lipstick mixed with chap stick I kiss the bitch with red lips
I lift up the skirt find the remains of a kid

Live from the block beats
Clutch god clutch god

Nigga I'm coming
Spot at the top whatever the fuck y'all think y'all doing

Celadon gang I do it for

Y'know how we swing this shit, look

[Verse One: 2Pac]
By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they

shite I've had to listen to day in
And out at all me lunch breaks on the site surrounded
By a load bums that run their mouths brown's 
All I hear and now

There's way too many disturbances
Too many deaths too many news story journalists there's way too many niggas tryna bury us for permanent, Parents

as the kid from down the block
Can’t hold my tongue for long I think it’s time for me to take my shot
People say to go chase ya dreams
Same people told me I

collar, neck stays red
Benelli ready by my bed
Turned down so many deals
My occupation should be, "Damn"
River rat up in this mug
You couldn't block me with

Selling crack up in the alley (trap)
Pull up with the tool and
Spray the whole damn block (spray)
I’m a playboy
Like "In New York I milly rock" (sock)
Hit

Finna go smoke this hoe
Yeah, woah huh
Finna go smoke that hoe
Shit, huh
You can tell lies by their face in their eyes
And they really don't like

back, kid

Wipe down the ratchets invasion
Of the mic-snatchers
Pirate the radio in eyepatches land-loving
Bastards walk planks backwards
Pour salt in

the fuck do they live to talk about it when, 
A pale skin individual torch a school of kids

They hop on News stations, with Bullshit statements
Tryna’

from the top, it's about three o'clock New kids on the block, moving to our spot
FIFTY-SIX Nineteen apartment I ain't gon lie We've been through a lot,

Can't even wash my hands
Want to repent for my sins
Bitch I been out my element
Find a news way to get it in
God don't like ugly so why the situation

block Trevor killed Patrick
Booglada put Crash in the casket
Yoshi fruit ate the eggs in his basket
Ice shower sub freeze
Getaway's Black Mondy
Donkey

people always seem to shout
At three in the morning
Three in the f**king morning
Yell for Tré once more
My alloy sits by the door
Rhythm-knocking lovers

get you by
I rather work the block daytime cause you still gone die

Cash rule everything around me cream get that money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash

ain't no Aaron Rodgers
That bitch want my Instagram fuck all that I'm fixing to block her
Getting shit like a kid yeah I get it how I want to
My hands are

in the pen
Then I turned it all around
To spend some time
With my kids
I put the work in first
Don't got a
Second to waste
Push in the
Pedal

on the way and inspire new kids
But that's not today, we gotta go live in the present
Go through this life even when shits unpleasant
Then we can sit and look

lame make you who to be now
Now adays we trying to catch her out we used to catch the DDOT
Niggas grown, the kids come around put the weed out
Tap in for

from
Grieving in the street
Cautious
I'm getting nauseous
By them losses you receiving
Expected better
You told detectives everything
Except the weather

city blocks watched by a thousand eyes
Look at all the vampire bats
That jeer and laugh
Perched high on the pyramid cap
They prayed on our fear in

Rolls Royce on my wallpaper 
Don't block the view ho call later 
They hold a grudge while i hold paper
Keep you chest up you gon fold later

crazy like I'm Rio

Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie