Lyrics:
around the clock
To the home or to your dock
The kids inside don't know what to do
They sit around and watch the tube
Wearing those sneakers spanking new
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
amount
Of money that someone
Can give you to make you not be creative
If you were born to create so a lot
Of times people try to block
You, block your
On the block with a choppa
It was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when
I came on the block
No
a white collar by his white evil eye
Fight or flight, yo, that's just what it is
When you see a pig, hit him in his baby back ribs
But don't trip, I'm just
was Great Britain's initial Prime Minister
The Dominican Republic is different from Dominica
Most kids can count a hundred by age 6
Will Smith turned
How many mic's do we rip on the daily
Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many
I get mad frustrated when I rhyme
Thinking of all them kids
Slugs leaving blood traces on
Your brand new Audi
From busting out shots from out a new Bugatti
All forms of consciousness fully remised
Like a mother
the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learin' how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block
Tarantino
Scales for Venezuela, brown as Nino
Making the block hotter than jalapenos
G Luciano
Be wettin' shit like Pesci in 'casino'
Fifty dollar
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
you did some shit on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my
Ayo, it's the Sauce Kid official, Tory Lanez
You know I came here to
Respect all the legends
To show my respect and hop on the Funk Flex
Legendary
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over new kids on the block and paula abdul, huh
I thought I made it, then my song faded
And none
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
change and rearrange
My whole rap format, no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh
I thought I
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
pop out from my belt
I'ma clear the whole scene one .223
I done knocked the block down by myself
I can put that on Big B
Deceased, so pray with me
carry these kids
Santa sack full of 'em
Teeming lids
Funky fresh on the block it seems
Cut so damn fresh I'm the chop block king
CBK Chin born keen
When
wanna do?
Lame nigga I ain't heard of you
Washed up boy you old news
Keep a bad bitch like Elroy
Put the 45 on a batty boy
Sit by the fire like Kumbaya
a fuck about the brothers
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first
Don't shoot
the fans can here the vocals Count the bag count total chasing money staying mobile
New people different places
New times different phases
New pictures
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