Lyrics:
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
replaced it with game
Only cared about, sneakers and two-two bullets
Influenced by the hood, wasn't scared to pull it
Dared to do what I would
First
to stay boy!
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my
nigga give me the word, I'ma kill that lame
You know Major League niggas play the kidnap game
Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray
And I'ma
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
The game is overcrowded so we fight for space
Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
on the album
Yeah, shit's so surreal
Labels in the States tryna close a deal
New kids on the block, we the new wave
This good music got me two chains
I say
'Cause they couldn't fool me when I
Was walking out of shop
So my foot is on the petal
Like a game of hop scotch
On the block, the rules are so clear
If
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East New York is no joke kid
And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed
toothpick and wrap it up like who's this
Going stupid
Father made the new kids
Rockstar, never been a part of dudes clique
Acting ruthless you could end
home I'mma show her my money
Money, funny how it changes the plot
New face on the block, yeah that's a lot
Take times so you take times say please
This
with care
In hopes that jolly old Saint Nick is fixin' to be there
I want a new boombox and an N64
Plus couple extra games just for when I get I bored
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x)
"You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'"
By Sauce
West Side Bankhead is where I'm from
Everything y'all did has been done
My Trew game and my shoe game
You can't touch that shit
[Chorus]
Bitch
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha!
Yo, yo, yo...
[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
Yo believe I paid the dues man I started in the game
With mans on linden and Devan we drinking ghetto champagne
Slinging rocks and packing glock's
got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when you
Ha ha, I'm back!
This shit like ridin' a bike baby
Hey, shout out to Fat Joe and Scott Storch
It's Dax! Ha ha!
They say I remix songs, cause I can't
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
bubble waitin for me
Investigators sendin snitches for me
Sold out, lines around the block
Niggas waitin for a whiff of that base and that rock
Chicago
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