Lyrics:
look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright
slug shots
And drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
I get that arab money like busta bus
I throw the condom on then I just rush to bust
Oh! oh! then I pop champagne
And I mix it with the goose it go
to take care of
You have more responsibility
It's a new day
I got kids to feed
Plus, I got needs, understand that, please
Before you try to blame me
By
aiming right at its head
And Y-Zer ain't just the name I use, it's a way of life, here to stay so get prepped
My bars are too hard to handle
They got me
to meet
Act like you wait on the kid like a father to be
My positions hard to see and even harder to reach
So much smoke in the booth it's getting harder
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
by see I'ma be like buying her
shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
but see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can't get with it? Get get get get get on your
I'll kick that kick drum quick
That's why they call me
Kid
Kick
Drum
Yo this party is lame
Ya get what I'm sayin
Leave it to the master to DJ the game
words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact this was a way to get back
At enemies who
words deceased
Face got erased, bullets got released
Bombs were planted and kids were kidnapped
In fact this was a way to get back
At enemies who
Shit can get ugly, hey (hey)
I done put twenty inside the SIG (you dig)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (you dig)
I pull up to your block
Pull up in the car with a new bitch in it
Circle 'round the block
Now I got two bitch in it
Never runnin' out because my juice infinite
I'm just out
gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it
to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take
hunger games
The face of race is white, yeah
They got no shame "Stand Your Ground
" they legalize lynch laws
Touch another black kid, yeah
You touch us all
tab kid"
However you get there, foot it, cab it
Iron horse it
You're leaving on your face, forfeit
I crush the mic, hold it like the heat
He might toss
Check the brainstorm, when these fake kids get torn a new ass
Bullet-proof glass can't last
Went up against the mass I'll splash your broadcast
Rip your
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
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I
totrazaks
Jubir gedrizis sedrazap
Now the game plzan
Is to kongkrazak
Ain't no other language
Cool as this
Alotta people think
It's ludicrous
See me get away
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