Lyrics:
(slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I
Urm one thing that
I have come to appreciate throughout making this album is
Is the different forms of love you can get
And I feel like
Everybody is
coming over to tell me "what's wrong?"
After i told them what's wrong
They tell the teacher to fix everything
Then the other kids playing in the playground
Weirdest kid on the block zombies ate my neighbors
You the walking dead if its world war z from my metaphors
I'm The dawn of the dead king
on the block, but you gots to earn your stripes, baby
No problems
Show me where the kid at
Don't you worry about him, man. We're gonna roll by his place in
on pay roll
I roll with death like my crew is Billy and Mandy
You can get the lead like a kid with Mexican candy
Clean hands but got contacts that Randy
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
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
A spark by midnight
(Get up, get up, get up)
Shootin' 'round, movin' white
Ooh, baby, the block's hot just
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
trace
Your girl starin' in my face at seven thousand feet
Turbo, jets in the cockpit
You flock with weak kids on the block with
For protection,
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
“Blaaatts”
Or walk wit' a new bop, we got some new pots
I see some 40 bigs, I blew off homie wig
And run up in his house and kidnap his only kid
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
I got a new whip
And that girl wanna fuck me think I'm clueless
I might fuck her once and give her two kids
I just keep on grinding I need blue
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
around you
Not here to bark and hound you, but
You're an archetype for kids like you and me
And if you keep at it you might catch as body in the streets
Watch how you talk
Ooh Yeah
Watch how you walk
Ooh yeah
Get off my block
Block yeah
Look at my socks
Socks bitch
Watch how you talk
Ooh Yeah
Watch
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
What keep me up at night, and get me up in the morning is
The love of the money
As kids we used to dream, get a bag by any means for,
For the love
nigga?"
I don't know
Teaching my kids to be like me, and ain't nobody want new shit
Guarantee, you make an album take my vocab, so fuck the mic up
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
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