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Yes I can
Yes I can
[ Kid ]
I'm never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
I think it's time for the new kid on the block
With
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
Before
I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences
that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
My diamonds be VVs (VVs)
They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news (the news)
I got
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg then yell out, "Jigga"
Yeah,
face but they dontno us
Pull up pon your block and like a tour bus
Make it take your picture make it focus
The place where im from its where we grow up
the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like
At twenty I knew I was against the odds
This kid named Jonathan was monitoring
His momma and sister, his older cousin
He honoured him anonymous bodies on his
I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort
That's why I got the four by four
I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store
Hop fences
I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
It's the Hard Knock Life Tour, sellout
Picture us in the mall, coppin' Iceberg then yell out, "Jigga"
Yeah,
get it right now, I ain't waitin' no turn
Got a brand new house, tryna avoid my hurt
'Bout six point somethin' in the field like church
Heard
the new kid 'till I grew into that new shit
Emperors that hear the tunes admit that they are nudists
Move, we coming through 'em, we are ruthless
Mama
The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces
Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck
The new stuff same kid
ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
Xo, bad hoes they call me Diablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I
chickenheads
Can't pronounce my shoes
I got head, but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse
Soon as the tour's out papi's rotten
My block top and spot be
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
a crazy whiff
Of the dragon
I once knew a guy by the name of Tock
He was one of them kids from like around the block
The kid was cool, had the right
even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on a shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your
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