Lyrics:
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
all you did was flex
But don't get closer 'cause the kid still gotta keep his rep
See I'm known for the crew like the jewel was the jewel
Like
are takin lives on the...
News at 6 o'clock and again at eleven!
Pedophiles and rapists snatching kids out they school
Bodies dismantled with a garden
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
Get a block, make another mil' and spend that shit again (uh-huh)
Used to be a no good stick up kid
Traded that for a pot
Now when I bring that up,
tree (yeah)
Codeine (codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (no co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah,
no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue
Out of a darkened side street came
a New Jersey gang with just one aim
to roll some innocent passer-by
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
when I became the news
I was fearless, like a renegade
I had a feeling, that I can't explain
I didn't listen, to what people said
I came I saw I
While resting the other evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold
His face was all brown and wrinkled from
I'll break yo ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till
(woo)
All your verses sound like dirty dishes (gross)
I'm about to clean them in the kitchen (woo)
And we making money by the minute (woo)
I'm about
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
mama made me, the block raised me
Raggon baby, pradagot the aimies
New one day I'll be big shit to be gravy
Once I got the white girl silk like
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Five Oh Four Gangsta, New Orleans Soldier, Banging Under Water,
Fuck Around And Soak Ya, Lousiana Gunner, Im Bout My Holster,
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot)
Just ask the real niggas on my block
She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves)
I'm lookin' like
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leavin'
is not just
Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
And backed by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me man?
salon
So her beauty is strong rockin like Louis Vuitton
Cause these dudes never wanna see the new kid signed (No)
They always wanna shine like the sun
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