Lyrics:
the Slatt, I'm never gon' kid when it come to these racks, uh
Money like O'Neal, I got a few bills to spend these racks (let's go)
I just bought a new cat
Open your eyes, picture this scene
A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene
Runnin' the block like Apartheid in Africa
(Yo, I got a deal, man)
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
When a cop kills a kid at point blank range
Block by block
Feel the city rock
Tension, Release
No Justice No Peace!
Fire, ruin, crush, powder
I just want
night it was on Niggas came pistols drawn
Poppin off I had to run they shot one the kid is gone
niggas quick to get it on know the block im living
Yo I park where da crack at
Heads by packs at
Down in Philly
Where my niggas roll crabs at
Pack gats at
Run up in a label
Take a nigga ass cap
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
powder
People hangin' in spots
They waited 'til the blocks got hot and got raided by the cops
I'll explain, the man sleepin' in the rain
His whole life
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell
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
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
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yeah
all these hatas their just forced to hate no reason (fuck yall)
dont really know who i am at all (fuck yall mutha fuckas)
so i guess i
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
[Intro:]
[Deep Voice:] Hustlenomics
[The Game:] eh joc
[Yung Joc:] wud up nigga?
[The Game:] a nigga quick produced this shit?
[Yung Joc:] Hell
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
[Intro]
(Ca$his)
REMIX!
(Eminem)
As the crabby little bastard that I am
Sly what the fuck a slick sick son of a bitch
Silly little rabbit don't you
a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves like a stencil
New kid on the block and I make this Shit
hell, they be like "you kid"
I'm ambidextrous, liken to Dexter
Murderous lyrical blood splatter over the texture
We live by that code, not to regret
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