Lyrics:
Sometimes that's all it takes to ruin my last pull
And right now, that's what got the kid at peace
Let me smoke this one cig in peace
Look, now 'is a couple
But it's hot right now, so you can see me tomorrow
Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue and red lights
While your boy bypassing fare
locked
Everybody doing them
I'm still stretching on the block
Like "Damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs
And drug paraphernalia cops, courts
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
Everything you want is right here
Everything you need is right here, yeah
Everything you dreamed of is right here, yeah, yeah
I'm right here
I'm
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
knees
The show goes on grief won't make you stay off your feet
Surrounded by moral less fish and there's clean one in the sea
Life goes wrong life goes
on the rise right now
New patek tryna flood the hands of time right now
Told lil mama I'll be home
I gotta grind right now
Need to see a couple M's
Can't close
Fuck these bitches, I'm focused on business
(That's right)
Got 'em runnin' in the hood like
I bought a new engine (Ha)
What these niggas try to save
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
Gotta keep the veggies and a smoothie that's the perfect combination
If it ain't bout no cash I'm avoiding the situation
My counselor say I need
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought
And we gon' stay leavin' out
straight, what the fuck, so I got these new corduroy sneakers. I'm not wearing them right now. Okay. And they're corduroy Jack Purcells and they're really
location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York
mean
I'm doin my thing, kid
(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?
I want the new stuff, man)
Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid
(The hardcore, gimme
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
copped on those calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
further
But when I heard they popped them burners by his grandpa's crib
I needed answers like a teacher who's givin a pop quiz
So once we left the station,
but a test, thank God we Blessed!""
[Verse 1: Keep Right]
""It's time we come together for a common cause
Speak English, but don't abide by their
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
(Dystrakted cuts)
(Lu Chin Chen, verse 1)
Give me everything, the chains, bracelets, the wedding rings/
Combination to the safe, bank slips,
Yeah "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs keep it real, I get ill
Number one, this will rock! "the
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