Lyrics:
know
Where do we go from here, I gotta know
[Lil' Romeo]
Dear God, I remember when times was hard
Gunshots echoed the block like passin' cars
I
heard Lil' Rob's new jam? He's talking shit about me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't flatter yourself
Later on you're gonna look back at yourself, and be all mad
here is only me
So place your bet and gone prepare for your defeat
(I caught a new jack, it said kid guard ya check
There's a brother over there, that
Guapy Run It Back
Enviyon On The Mix
What?
Go
Go
Go, what?
Them hitters with me, we come to your city
We creep down your block, yeah, that shit gonna
alone wishing that you didn't die
Moving constant; always was is we the new guy
Thinking about the time I had with you and how it flew by
Switching
I'm optimistic and open to allowing it to come through
I know you've been watching tarot card readings
I know you're gonna try and come back
But to be
the first lession is for free,
the second you gonna prolly have to pay me,
my flows so awesome it's crazy, bout to take ova this whole industry,
Wait... yea
big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho in my flip flops
Kickin' this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't
fighting every day
Call that Survival Block
Creepers tryin’ to do me dirty they won’t smirk long
Just ask CaptainSparklez about that forged diamond sword
about nothing and
Everything we do
Baby boy blue
Come through
Call me on my rotary phone
It's a bit slow
But I'll pick up
Before the clock strikes one
Summer time we spin blocks like how we turn to big oops
New guns more dead ops shot him out his flip flops
Yellow tape we clear scene's all about
dummy's wit fame, nobody standin' out
It's a few gems in the dirt you gotta hash em out
Same old kid from the Jects I feel like Noriega
Convos on a Jet wit
niggas is homicide
What you know about gettin' shot, lettin' the drip dry?
Lettin' the spit fly, seein' sparks whiz by
Puttin' the M.A.S.H. on niggas
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided
By angel with white wings
Nas the Viking
And maybe even start a new relation
Time to get some sleep I tell all my friends
Tomorrow we gonna do it again cuz
It’s Summer
And you know
It’s Summer
together, we could blow up like dynamite
Baby girl, gonna mob on the block
Keep her thang on lock and oh my, she's so tight
Baby girl, book a damn good meal
this is starvation
I fight back cuz it's time for retaliation
New kid on the block nobody believed in him
Always on the catch up everybody leaving him
a new chop and it came wit a beam
Like bro what who is he ?
Bro got the strap get to dumping from deep
No scrubs TLC
Bro gonna walk on ya block he gon
tells him, "Ayo
Where the fuck you’re going? Come here you
Better fall back on this whole situation"
He says, "No, i ain’t got nothing to do with
It i’m
the other misfits
You know I'm about to blast it
Tactics with the mad kid
Yeah I'm a mad kid with the racket yeah
Racket, tennis racket, yeah I cause a racket
[Nas]
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas
I run when I see you come by?
Alright, my son,
If a cop approach you, this is what you don’t do
Fuck that, teach your kids how to love black people
Step by step, I got a brand new walk
I even sound sweeter when I talk
I said, oh yeah
It must be love
(You know it must be love)
Let me tell you
in class making jokes instead
cll we used to do was kick it try to get with bitches
When we left home some of us lost touch but most of us would still
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