Lyrics:
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
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
home I'mma show her my money
Money, funny how it changes the plot
New face on the block, yeah that's a lot
Take times so you take times say please
This
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
[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
do, huh
I trapped and it changed my life
You trapped and all that you got was blues
If I don't OD or get killed by a weapon and die of old age
Would
kid, just chill
Cause I'mma get mine
"Look Frank, time has come we gotta expand
The whole operation"
Yo, business is business follow the whiz kid
Flip
by, it
Its done the way u gon buy it. i say
Show some love
getting in the way of songs
Show no love
Fucking with the uniforms
Eyes above
Area under
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
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
malls surround our projects
Goals went as far as the 5 block radius we reside in
So Imma take it where nobody else in the borough took it
New age Mr.
lustig
Deshalb lach ich nicht
Album indiziert - Liste B - Drachengift
Flugzeuge stürzen ab, New York im September
KMK - 11-13-11 - im Kalender
things
I'm talking brand toys that shoot laser beams
A new bike and some Nikes just to go on my feet
Plus a phantom powered mic so I can flow on the beat
on this beat let it dip
Slow and low crack a beer take a sip
Step outside it's cool to see this on my block
Spinning Fat Albert by Herbie Hancock
Dopest
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
I'm about to teach a lesson
In love when micronesses starts remising
Listen, raps of the hook as
Elves run take it like a man kid it's our turn
never get out of these blues alive”
I’m feeling pretty blue, man, I’m feeling pretty beat up
New chick I’ve been talking to don’t wanna meet up
Double D
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
the seven
No thought about a heaven
This was going to shift my life into a new direction
Walked into a room of kids who ain't care about their life
Had
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
the motor
Go from New York to South Dakota
When I was a kid I drank beer, not Soda!
Never hit the girls if they
Panties had the odor
You put my songs for sale
so you know I'm gonna get it
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's,
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