Lyrics:
got enough cash
Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
But you let them use you as an example
Busting my brain and creating this album making a statement
Its understatement, I'm taking rap flow to plateau
These assholes you clap fo'
Just can't go
Mursday, kill 'em
Yeah, technicians, mercenaries, believers, strangers, let's go
Provadil, thirteen-hundredth block
Where you from? From my
It's that new kid on the block
New kid on the block type shit
New kid on the block
And she really want my cock
And this song aint even drop
But she
and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)
[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money
further down the shitter
The new Pokemon games did a shits on the floor
They look like Gamecube games, run like N64
Chris Rock got Final Smashed, by
the gangsters just standing on the block, boy
Drive by, another shot boy
Nine o'clock news, she crying over her lost boy
And she ain't wanna cry over no lost boy
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
noticed
That old Cadillac transformed to a Lotus
[Chorus]
When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
Niggas actin' like they down but I know they
his car for givin' Melbourne Moore
For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora Cox the gun 'cuz she beat Kelly's Price
grounded, remember the Bronx 'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, before I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block
your family to a hole new other block
I got shit that could wake up the deaf
That will knock down the door and break up the steps
Don't even bother
Love has come to you, and realize that wasn't you, When you passed it by, passed it by
Yeah,
New check landed, probably dance,
I just landed, south
on the blocks
It's early in the morning I'm selling tumbs from my Reebok
Tres nicks and dimes I write rhymes
But the ghetto times they got the cheeks doing
ain't platinum, they album still, went barely wood
I bring your ? down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin shit like lyric records, I
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
and gritty
Record and mic checkin, no question, this section of
New york city
Where the crooks lounge out, block powers found
Butterfly ground the sky favorite
a new sherriff in town
And it ain't Reggie Hammond 2Pac:
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's
wassup, yerrrr
With the squad, on the block, at the spot, yerrrr
[Verse 1]
None of these rappers saying shit
Who dafuq is this Asian kid
I'm on my Super
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
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
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
LTS on the beat, hoe
I'ma just slide through his block, and if he keeps on dissin' then there goes his top
New op, New op, I'ma just slide through
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