Lyrics:
(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
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
the house of funI burn hotter than
the heat, that's made by sunGot a gun,
ain't a Uzi but it weighs a tonIt's B-Boy punk rock
2001It's B-Boy punk rock
[foul mouthed girl yelling at Bill on the phone]
[Bushwick Bill]
You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear
Gotta start with the right
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I knew it from the first time I met ya
We're two kids we don't know any better
Cotton clouds have fell away
We're surrounded by our fate
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
punk
Jockin me, kid
Give me my
Give me my
Give me my freedom
[ VERSE 3 ]
I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
Dumpin suckers off is exactly what
a thing
Especially from someone who can't even smell a
To care what elders think, they gotta retain kid-dom
Ancestral wisdom held in our guts as children
["This is serious business."]
["Come by boy!"]
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin'
it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We spent our time in basements
Under white fluorescent lights
Of punk rock
Nobody could have saved us
We didn't wanna change
We were just young kids
We spent our time in basements
Under white fluorescent lights
Of punk rock
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
The eldest Jean Francoise
What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery
Milkfed by his mother on Russian aristocracy
With wit's like sabre through silk
He was
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella
[M.C. Ren]
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be
Yeah, she got macked by some dope-dealin' nigga
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was
I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete
The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets
Chunkin big B's up making money
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
take you through my childhood, step by step
Daddy always told me to maintain my rep though
Daddy was a dog, he ain't raise no punks
In the midst
there man (That's that rich kid)
That's Rich Kid, what's up dog (What up P man, ya know)
What's happenin' (What's up, pass the dank man let cha' boy hit
Kids growing up so fast
Sweet 16 they load up the gat
Close up the casket
Too bad instead of that you should've had your punk ass kicked
Que lastima,
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