Lyrics:
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
[Masta Ace]
I'm about to take this beat, and teach you 'bout the agony of defeat
in this football game in the street
And no it ain't two hand
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
South, Buck Marley
Sha Millions, nigga
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo, Olivia, it don't stop
We got video games, movies, liquor deals
And y'all niggas is
hand, I'm stashin' 'em
Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum
Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days
New to the game, but was
the wrong place
Creative blocks at new heights
Knowing that just a few miles
North of my South centered head
That you were taking on the summer with someone
started?
Man, my Bar Mitzvah money
But don't diss me buddy, I wasn't one of them younguns up on the block who had nothing to lose
I must've wanted this
sliding tryna find a opp 2 shoot
Shorty got a pass
He was walking with kid
Nigga Imma kill you
If u on this block again
Bought a box of bullets Imma split
nigga that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new Semi
And a blue Bentley, it do one-sixty
Smoke a lot a of weed like fuck kidneys, put
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
into pocket chains (woo)
All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs
Wonder how you got a name (damn)
Sippin' lean, takin' E,
Never gonna knocka ask topic no reflex
Im just gonna knock out this album
No weakness
I been on my spit game shit
I might diss
Lets talk to em
This is
like doves over the streets watchin' many things
Kids walkin home from school, on drug blocks, missionaries
Pass out papers that read love god
I see
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
mean Crocs
Gotta a lot of people askin' when my new shit boutta drop
I been working on the album, tryna cook up something hot
Shit's a process, step by
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
game master
Ain’t nobody want no smoke
I got my own video game up in this bitch
This game is for adults only not for the kids
Playing call of duty
Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I'm randomly dismantling lies
I gotta go, gotta go hard
I'm lying if I said I'm far in this game
I don't got bars, not good enough to make it far
I used to think, They want me
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
on the block
Issa Fight for New York
Whole city looking haunted
The peep you think you cool with
Just really own shit
Stab you in the back
But before they look
kids
She got the bag she be outta your league
They call me the Plugg I was serving the streets
Unlock the game now I'm throwing the keys
Shawty got ass
I don't carry mine
Why the game fucked up like my hairline
Ay girl
You ever smoke a bowl out with Kid Cudi?
You ever gotten D like you don't study?
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