Lyrics:
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
kids couldn't eat (So sorry)
And with this in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know that I ain't shit
(I ain't shit) my heart bleed
But that's
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I'm Solo on the track
It's going down on my block
Sitting here in the drop top
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
on standby
Waving just to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
attacks blows
Listen hearts minds close
Stab miss reset show
Trust one shot go
Strikes blocks attacks blows
Listen hearts minds close
Stabs hits dead foe
cats
And unofficials, get gun missiles clapped in your lung tissue
Me and my Dun's'll hit you, slugs not even one'll miss you
Tons of pistols
Kid
because the kids are having fun and they didn't have the same freedom
Because they didn't take it
They just followed the lines laid down by their parents
'cause i got mad shit to do and you still in school
so at least we got the same thing in mind.â??
If didn't have this kid, then everything woulda been
a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves like a stencil
New kid on the block and I make this Shit
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
(Glock baby)
Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight (What?)
Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes (skrrt)
Fresh white tee with
will
I'll see you in the new world
Wait for me in paradise
People seeking fame off your
Name the little parasites on a bag of hype
Blud it sends me mad
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine
Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in
to call me a liar
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine
Like a bad cramp, it's locking up in
southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
city" "I gotta get in"
This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
Block covers know
You don't wonder why these bitches want to marry me?
No sir, I can't let these boys get the best of me
Pull on your block and we pop 'em like ecstasy
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