Lyrics:
the new toys
Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
Blast the funky Buddha's lockin' ash up in my body
For fozzy patsi I bring sad days
on with me
Tack me up baby, get me up
Ace Nigga in the front
Me trey in me back and me stay strapped
Bail and hangin'
Doin' a little dirt with my niggas
He was Punishin' Big Dope Jungle Brothers was Krazy X Three
It was he his Son Doobie King Tee
A Fresh Prince Paul Kid Whorodin' in a Capri
Comrades
niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle
I used to know a kid, a real cool cat
Ended up a fuckin’ junkie in a funky backpack
Fucked up sweatsuit that didn’t even match
Leader of the Dirty
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
Bite the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot 'em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to test me? (Huh, huh, huh)
I
kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We ain't thinkin bout tomorrow
Codeine
COBAIN
Cold brew
No kombucha
Just COLTRANE
5th Ave
Blow
Sax on the block
A great day in Harlem
Well maybe that's the problem
We living for today
We
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
that uplifts the young kids
Rough rhymes for tough times
Keep ya keep up shorty
I ain't in the streets tryna pop some glocks
I flow over funky beats so
are in a state of shock
We're the New Kids on the Block
Chillin' on the corner the first day we arrive
From the looks of the hoods we didn't think
( *phone rings* )
(Yo Moe, what's up?
Where you been, man?
What's up with the new sound?
I ain't heard from you in a while, man
What you been doin,
eyes on the prize cause you won’t find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don’t slip in the way
Of the kid
and see
What you doing doing doing
There's a new kid in the block
New Kid took the long walk
New Kid busting made no move but I'm gusting
New Kid New kid
Cut to the mall copped a brand new pair of Timberlands
Then dipped down a one way trying to scoop up Double K
And chill with my people on this bright
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
[Fat girl!]
[You're a fat girl]
[Fat...fat...fat fat fat fat girl] (repeat 2X)
(It's funky fresh Eazy E) new kid on tha block
And already got a fat
and like that
I'm kickin' a funky track with Kid Rock because we go way back
Back in the day's to the late 80's
When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk,
it in 360 better park that hoe
New pack bitch i get it in
I got a exotic weed and i got some lows
I be hangin with my blood niggas
Yeah i love my
home... on my block
And I can't help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK's and the driveby
Swollen pride
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough
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