Lyrics:
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
crazy like I'm Rio
Gavin killed himself Jordan got hit by a bus
Three rappers found in a complex
What the fuck
Slidin' on your block cause your homie
three that were cool but I'm telling em
Never again or like maybe we do it another day
Know that we shouldn't but by the way
I have to block you as soon
[Intro]
Whoooooooo kidddddddd
hhhhoodrich bitch!
[Chorus]
Down for the for the down down for the block
Down for the for the down down for the block
you crashing the whip
Laughin at hoes, taking fakerss to amateur flicks
While the Ill Bill albums kidnapping your kids
[Chorus � Ill Bill
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
To drive myself
So please tell me who you are
Leaving my block to hit the sunset blow
I'm a rockin' jet burning its way
From old New York to shiny Frisco
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
be rolling through the streets
In a beamer bomber like Hiroshima
Hit you like Katrina 'til they like
"Damn Gina!" (Damn)
I eat MCs like fast food,
that hit
Had niggaz steady shoutin, "Yo them kids the shit!
Man they new jam be flam, even fatter than the last one
And T-N-D see they'll never pull
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
disagree? Bring it
On and get dropped!
I get wreck, I'm Party Arty so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec
Smokin' niggas like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm
money I got (I run New York!)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money, money I got (Yeah,
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
style while you try and pile
A little million little hellions popping to a new album
With none of your older topics that's a challenge
And I'll bet you
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
the new one
I knew son, from right up the block, they called him B.I.
Rolled around with D-Roc, posted up by the C-line
Biggest in the hood while, all
Hey hey you
Welcome yeah welcome
Welcome to my album man
Mom always told me read books
Ever since I was a kid I never minded my looks
I was always
life but man his life still gotta change
16 years breathing, his demeanor said more
Cause he was seven years old when that body hit the floor
But fuck it
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
was 26
By the time they was 25 they already had kids
Went from the bed to the floor, then to the shower
I could have sworn that it lasted for 24 hours
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
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