Lyrics:
know what I want
And if you want to get the best of me baby
You got to start playing by the rules...
[Chorus]
Come into my playground
No one
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
than yours
I'm just on some other shit
I'm all about the beats and the lyrics
So when you hear it you can feel it
The vibe is energized by
working on my projects
Like the Marcy's
The Ladies say I'm sexy
Caramel like a toffee
Yeah I'm really popping and I'm Hotter than some coffee
Yeah Don't
Wake up in New York City
Lying on the floor
Just outside of Marcy's - West 54 wow
You gonna know my name by the end of the night, yeah
You gonna
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart
it's Hova from the Marcy's
Then we walking to Canarsie
Give you smoke and these verbs is full of bobs
And the herbs can do the job
So I'm Marvin but also
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
thats six, he done let his hair down
I haven't had hair since Marcy Playground
Not 'Sex & Candy' but next to G train
Trying to bless the family with Tesla
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck
to me rudely; cause I’m young rich and I’m black
and live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you’re still
wanna do things
You just wanna use me
Tie me by the shoestrings
Treat me like a doofus
I wish I wouldn't do this
I'm stuck, love is a playground
And I
island
This for those who underestimated
Never gave an album placement
Now that I'm initiated
Don't need your congratulations
Dear Marcy
I know I never see
ghetto swing,
'Cause this is what I do at the playground; ya know what I'm sayin'?
Aw yeah, A-B-C's gonna sing! Added to this missle...
Fusion hip hop
ahead, I'm just gonna sit back
And listen to this ghetto swing
'cause this is what I do, at the playground
Ya' know what I'm sayin'
Aww yeah, ABC's
consequences of living I think I'm better dying
I'm frying brain cells relying on the smell of fresh corpse just to get by
And of course my only choice is to try
divided by the years
But I got it from here don't sweat that
Sounds bump from Marcy to LeFrak
To that project in DC where my
Man caught his death at
Over my
I received I'm from the dirt
I, planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and
Still I grew, some how I knew that
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
the hood
I just keep on shooting dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, ooh lit, that's a head crack
I'm tryna find my way out, but I'm
Would rather send my love remotely
Than be controlled by fear
I know the future looks bleek
But if he can make it out of Marcy
We can reach the coast
at last
In a sweet-sounding room
To you, I'm just the novice
Who knew nothin at all
Hooo... admit you want me stay
Bedazzled by the playground
Hidden in
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