Lyrics:
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
the intro (it's big)
[Verse 1]
I need you to check this (ayy)
I don't play around i need you to get this
Nigga i meant this (grrr)
New kid on the block they
the roose
Caught by the blocks now they shooting at schools ( Tu tu tu )
Been wayne to get P’s like bruce,
Just How T brought pains & Moves
Like Scofield
chose
Still I'm livin' it by street codes
Pain and poverty put these flows in Beast Mode
Here we go
The road to my success from here was not a block
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_!
of ill shit on my block, happen nightly
East New York is no joke kid
And peace to my man Hass doin his bad
I went to Flatbush to buy incense and weed
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
[Intro: Fredro Starr]
Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
The day the World Trade Center blows up
Shit is real, son
Shit hit home, kid
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like disco inferno
Old school, new school, need to learn though
I burn baby burn like
[Chorus 4X: Thin C (Felecia)]
What the hell is goin onnnnn?
(These are our blocks, these are our hoods, these are our streets)
[Layzie Bone]
It's
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
to flip, more financial feats.
From foundations to rooftops, every detail completes,
Building dreams block by block, in the streets.
Hook:
Flip the script,
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
[Intro]
Queen Bitch yah shit shit is crazy you
Can't fuck with you
For real
They can't fuck with you
They can't fuck with you
What's wrong with
[Intro]
Uh yeah yeah
Shit is crazy yo
(I feel you though nigga)
Who woulda ever thought same nigga's
It'd be them same
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
[Intro]
(I walk around) Keep the mic on (acting strange, like a man in a daze)
I don't know what happened, son, I just lost my mind, son
It's like
Yo, (ok) kids I was sittin on the block the other day man
Some fine ass girl walked by
And she was lookin, I'm lookin back
She said uh "JD I love
Intro
its not its not me exactly
who touches people
its what i represent
the possibility that dreams from long ago
may still come true even if
a college girls debt
without a fret imma bet I got you hooked by the intro
sweating through a grey shirt in the Glenrock heat on my beat up nikes
i think
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
Block stay hot cuz I'm fucking with the algorithm
Real as rain bad as Cain how much are you gonna give em?
Sit around kids and listen to a fable
Make
the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof
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