Lyrics:
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
me with the bidness,
Told em dont hit me less its finished,
We left the snitches,
Swimming with the fishes,
Tossin bad habits
For the brand new day,
mob block live again
Look at these whips we're riding in
Making ball and look easy baby, we don't practice like...
Sliding in I'm never super post
with the bidness
Told em
Don't hit me less its finished
We left the snitches
Swimmin with the fishes
Tossin bad habits
For the brand new day
Fuck with
gettin steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin on beers
Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
Forget Levi's strictly Polo
v transform take a couple steps back been warned custo the kicks tailor made fit never been
worn nah might drop a pic get a new chick now i make porn
Bobby's goin Digital
Hoverin the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
in secret society sects,
the name of a.n.g
And i come from the streets
Known at Starling park
As the new kid on the block
That was
Bullying Pete
Then I just
Came to the mainstream
Too quick for ya, killa on a block, boy I'm hot like a new clip on ya
Posterize ya like a news clip, Headline: “cin't Nobody Runnin' With The New Kid
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
pictures and did a lot of new things
Started writing music I knew I’d release
And oh yeah, my grandpa died
Senior year was interesting
Kid with a beanie
ain't yellow and it ain't no witches
My name is Kool G Rap, I'm on the road to the riches
I used to stand on the block selling cooked up rock
Money
I was chillin in my ride outside today
Saw a couple under covers pass by today
Had to go check on my stash down the block at the spot
I got way too
Boy, I’m still tryna grow up
I was such a good kid, could be why I’m a bad grown up
I ain’t acting brand new, I’m just getting rid of old stuff
Dropout
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world be the brains, let's walk by 2Pac
Instead we talk
my name now
Created balance for myself so I can get some things
Made ten albums by the time that I was 17
Y'all paved the way inspired me to become
what i do like past due
This album's from the heart
Sorta felt that I had to
True shit, I do the new shit
And the true school shit
Wild with the deuces
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way
shot
Who gone hold it and who's not
Who gone change spots
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with
furry pants
War paint, circling a duralog
Boar face, devil by his side like a service dog
Schlock purist, watch the block burneth
One o'clock prophets
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
Double R 2007
We about to launch the buildings on y'all
Y'all already know how I do
I go by the name Swizz Beatz the Monster
Full Surface doing it real
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