Lyrics:
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
with those niggas
Because those niggas’ not my niggas!
Yo, haha
Twinnies’ got my block popping (a huh)
Album's got my stock rising
Before police state,
you did some shit on the block
That the cops trying to lock you for
Can't believe you blowing the spot, lord, my chick is bugging
You tripping, my
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Im killing the feeling of silence and witness
Just open the door
Keep striving for more
“Ok this one is for the kids and everyone who couldnt see
listen to shit my natural way was defiant
Ever since a kid I trapped and banged with the lions
Look close tell a nigga what you find in me
Tell me can you
written by Brenda kid
Prove you the best I'll delete all the evidence
I'm In the league with the legends and
I'll shake the game up ill etcher sketch
Y'all
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
this kid could be the greatest rapper on earth
He said his balls are small but look at the size of that dome
My parents called me Paul and then they took
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over new kids on the block and paula abdul, huh
I thought I made it, then my song faded
And none
change and rearrange
My whole rap format, no hardcore rap
So now all the pop charts I rule
Over New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul, huh
I thought I
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
pop out from my belt
I'ma clear the whole scene one .223
I done knocked the block down by myself
I can put that on Big B
Deceased, so pray with me
carry these kids
Santa sack full of 'em
Teeming lids
Funky fresh on the block it seems
Cut so damn fresh I'm the chop block king
CBK Chin born keen
When
Medic! Medic! A, yo, that's what they yelling!
Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling
What that kid gone do now, is that him
Said I wouldn't be shit yea
Now look at you
DIDNT wanna be shit
Till that bitch knew that I
Made my own album
Now they like jimmy who
Can't solve all
Yea Cause when I hit the block I just be burning up the gas
Clutching on some hundreds
Glock in the dash
Rollin with the stashbox
Woods and the glass
Medic medic a, yo, that's what they yelling
Their hearts done stopped pumping, son, and ain't no telling
What that kid gone do now, is that him
and that is the real purpose of the album
Always dreamed of doing this no matter what the outcome
This is for myself and that kid that grew up doubtin'
a fuck about the brothers
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first
Don't shoot
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
the fans can here the vocals Count the bag count total chasing money staying mobile
New people different places
New times different phases
New pictures
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