Lyrics:
So an L never new to me
Fell into the foolery
Your favorite rapper in the back
Well move let the students see
I can tell it's all an act
I can
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
Still that dirty ghetto kid Gutta Block where I Live I'm like shaking a soda bout to pop in this bitch wooo
Game time I'm as clutch as it gets
Whoo
You
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last
And all the wrong we did
Just some grown ass kids
The age could change with mind the same
We just get more beside our name
A new page, new game
More work,
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
Cop the aberrettes
Orange
with, boo-boo
Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
Fourteen years later, goin' hard like we used
stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
Legit ballers bending up the block
Niggas rushing, coming at us
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb why'knowhutI'msayin'? Mr Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
thrills flow through new york, to Hollywood hills
Your male flow, I'm wipin' ass cracks like mop-n-glo
Mc's get inserts, thrash style selectin' bad words
the ransom
[chorus x2]
Its the T E are are O are squad, nigga get it right
Its the nigga joe the don
And the kid flow hard, ask the clique
Niggas be
the new kids on the block
Come to test you
the beat kicking hard I just blessed you
Used to have stress but now there's a zed due
I'mo just tryna get p
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind who ya fuckin' shit
Quick to get
ahead in the class
Xzibit hard to get through, like bulletproof glass
Break it down like Johnny Cochran then mix it with hash
Your defense can't last
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Ayo, get that rap game on lock, nothin'
Rhymes like ours need E on production
Lil' kids
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
hard, yeah it really ain't a game mane
Same places, different faces, on the train mane
New York, New York
I'm
Layin in da ocean
Roastin, I make you disappear, hocus-pocus
We leave these suckas like they Jerry Rice
Wide open
In da field to get real, ya block
bait (plot)
Surprised, it came out a cake (surprised)
I put kids on the eyes of your bae (hey)
He made it to trial then flaked (flaked)
100K, he get
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
get to clapping but it's factual I'm rapping fluent school of hard knocks ,I graduated, yo ass was truant/ I was on the block you was punching
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