Lyrics:
intolerant
"I worked too hard to get my baby ballin' kid!"
Down the fives - had me blue collar poppin' it
Now I'm in the club - and look who I get it
what I eat, sleep and breath and feed
My kids would it fulfill all my family needs (c'mon)
I treat the mic like the block
Fuck with my rocks,
press the stop clock
But everything is happening
I see you watch hot
Jealous of things you have not got
Reality do not change atop blocks
Height's
Imagine niggas with them choppers
Wife and kids on the floor, aftermath of the
Mathamatics FuQ win lose or draw, for playing
With me no insulting my family
Somebody call the cops
For us to stop'll take all of they got
Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block
(Terror Squad)
Deep in the borough
check it out)
I heard blue black be the new black
They drive and survive, where they do that?
The target on my back where they shoot at
The muscle
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
sanction
This that new block on the block
They like what's his name
Money calling me
I can't hear what you saying
New kid on the block
Had to get out
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
shit from New Orleans
Players and pimps that bit off fiends
Quick, switch with the hands, powder blue Wally's is dyed, vanilla bBally's is mean
Kid
Boo]
Bitch you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up
Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up
In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa
Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle
what you drank?
You know tha kid stay with his Nike's new, tha throwback is light blue
Came out around the time, my grandmother graduated high school
teens
I don't even know if she's still alive
If she is, she's probably married with five kids by now
Oh yeah
And I wonder if her husband carries a gun
Did
the brand new Hov & B
Part two
They jealous of you
They jealous of me
That just mean that they jealous of us
We got way past the lust and developed a trust
So
First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
but a flow
Of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans
Red state versus a blue state
Which one you governin’?
They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs
Tell me
blue strips
Young Vaf on top bloody Christian new kicks
Gotta watch my back I know they plotting on the new kid
This beginning they can't wait for
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
and Rottweilers
I stay by myself, cause I know these bitches hot liars
Boy, go take it in, you got your shit and the block on fire
I might hit up Saks to drop a bag
on the block its captain save a bitch
All my shit is tight, I swear I ain't ever loose
And I'm fresh to death, I'm just waiting on the noose
Jealous
York
New York, New York
New York, New York
New York, New York
Two young kids on the corner block
Two young kids at the corner shop
Two young
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