Lyrics:
the worst
Heading for the worst
We can die tonight I don't give a fuck
Before I push that button I'ma blow shit up
Fuck the world, kill the kids
Fuck
like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M.O.B.
And fuck your homeboys, nigga, we can drop the guns
I hit your block
They either hate or they on your side
Fuck it, we ridin' (fuck it, we ridin')
Playin' games just to ease your mind
Damn, I'm high (damn, I'm high)
and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I
the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real
We the realest nigga
50 Cent
There once was kid
Who moved to the block
From down around the bend
He was a lonely new kid
And the new kid needed a friend
One day a boy on a bike
'm an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
.45 carryin'
Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan
A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block, I
So throw caution to the wind
You and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
Shit, why not? Blow your brain out
I'm blowing
your bullet, but the bullet wwnt
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
Wyclef
Pace 1
Yo this was how
the door nigga,
Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought
- Was raised off the shit I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James
clones
I'm getting on for being realer
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old school Caddy or a new
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
see you later alligator when Wiz rocks the fader
Listen to the rhyme cause I'm gonna pass the time
He's gonna blast your mind, cause I'm a mastermind
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
driftin' in thought, 'cause now it's different I thought
- Was raised off the shit I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James
Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
That's you now, ciao,
hoes and weed to blow
Rock the cleanest clothes
My life different from every single kid you know
Places I go out on my own
Hoes stay blowin' up my
Because nobody could talk like you
And know what's going on
Nobody elected your family
And we didn't elect your friends
No one voted for your advisers
) That's right
(Money money on my mind)
(So money is all I think of) That's right
(Money on my mind)
(Money on my mind) Bitch
(Money on my mind
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
Never fake, I never act like something that I'm not
Remember me I'm that foul mouthed kid that lived around your block
You thought that I was crazy
speaking (control)
I'm controlled in the body (C-O-N, control)
I'm controlled in the mind
This is the top rockers (control)
With your zone in the price
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