Lyrics:
in the dark
And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start
It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon, is where I was born
Knie
Du bist nur ein Bonze, ich der Inbegriff von Gee
Skrupellos on top, unsere Jugend fickt deinen Kopf
Alles Gute kommt von unten - New Kid
And ain't no stoppin, once a nigga start
It ain't nothin new, up under the sun for days and days
Under the moon, is where I was born and raised
And doomed
spot
We about to ride on the world
Leave it deserted like Mars
Get your wig spilt, by 40 juggalo rap stars
A little kid asked me if
I ever killed anybody
He was born in an East Side tenement
His folks were new to the land
They worked for the men who brought them here
But it didn't work out
coming out the scene its just wicked fickit
New Orleans, nigga what
That nigga Chad don't like it yo
What what
That nigga Bobby want to deal you fo
I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't
Kick the crypt and baby walk with me
And we'll find a new place to haunt
Now the dead can't die,
and hard like Jack Frost bit me
So many new flows old flows start to panic
It's time they got built by the mic mechanic
y'all heard, I stay in hood
[Kyprios]
I'm on my way, on the highway/
To a special place, it never rains, with better terrain/
And by the way I'll say good bye game/
But
[Fredro Starr]
The game is fucked up, ya niggas got me tired of rap
Right now I'm not inspired by rap
Ya niggas ain't Dyin 4 Rap, talkin bout iron
the help, I squeeze it and please it
I reps New York, young, fly Sinatra
Yeah apply the hatin', I supply the docks now
Hook
Cory Gunz:
Weezy F., you lines
the name Boss Man you feel me
New kid on the block
This like my first song, you feel me
This shit easy man, fuck with me
Swear to god man we keep it 1k, Yall
right now
By any means
I ain’t sippin' nothin' 'less I’m
Sippin' wit the team
I don’t drink Corona 'less it’s
Mixed with grenadine
If I’m noddin'
at the table
Thots thoting
Ok come on
You know what it is
And all the fathers out here playing
With the lil kids
Caught up with the homies
Met them at the comer
Follow our voice
No more choice
But you’ll enjoy tomorrow
Your heart hollow
Art built by our model
Heres our Model 237
Your new heaven
nothing, some need to stop fronting
Because the queen benefits but the block doesn't
And Babylon are locking man up by dozens
And keep brothers with
Cause I stay with a pole I can't go like I'm shaq
Stand on they block anybody we see
By the store got get put in a pack
Yea I'm from first but dropping
met mn matties cruisen
Beetje blowtjes roken
Ik heb geen message voor de kids
Maar zeg die mannen op de weg dat
Ik weer back ben op m'n shit, yeah
Ik
never went to no college
Look kid
Let me tell you how a nigga got popular
It's a fucking stadium, young nigga
I ain't doing no assignment
Pull up on your
With the red cup - solo, Red Sox logo
Runnin' down the block from the po-po
Fuck them who you're knowin' in the
New photo doin' blow
With a bro that you
of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"
thing I need is for
These kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets i'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm
apart/turned me to a juggernaut/
Used to thug a lot/run the block/vet Kasi to phakalan'/
If you doubt it ask about me/I don't want to talk a lot/
I'd rather
and Jasmin
A young Angelina and Brad Pitt
If you’re a cake than I'm the motherfuckin' fat kid
And I don’t care if I ever get famous
Cause just by lookin
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