Lyrics:
singin' a new tune
May your soul rest on the moon
In Channel Seven, you said: "Death before Cut"
You killed so many that your conscience ended up
ain't street
Don't know bout da block
You ain't Gangsta
You Never held a Glock
You ain't gon shoot shit
If you see da opps
When we see em
We shoot up da
the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn the volume up a notch
An' watch the da bump, da bump, make your speakers pop
Check,
sweeper
Yo, it's time to get darker
Rise up the cricket bat like Brian Lara
Anybody see any enemies on the Gaza
Empty the clip first, questions after
From
engrave it in the pavement
I see you lil squares be hatin' (look at y'all hoes)
Ya draw up my downfall but circle the block just to claim me
Ayyye watch'aht
Not talking cars, but that bitch need tune-ups
Just like a villain, I'm blowing the moon up
I'm feeling like Ram, cause that bitch my goonuk
I'm
I'm back on the moon
The planets aligned
We in tune by design
Everyday we gone rise
Every night we gone shine
Like the stars in the sky
Ima make sure
, then sell da whole block out
They love when I write, it’s insane how I rock out
They love when I write, it’s insane how I rock out
I’m gettin paper from
the beat rock from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my
to this
Puna boy anthem
Aloha Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born
A few metres on the locks and the Sucks
To the blocks from the locks
Sometimes God won't let you come up all until the snakes in your circle is gone
Pain
Unless choose til be ya darkness, til they turn to light
A real solider gotta fight It's da way of life
And learn lessons from da code deep up and ya soul
Yeen da only one from da slums
csk the streets I get it done
Young n**** hit you up like Barry bonds
If you steal a home plate then yo tables gone turn
on The Block (c'mon, c'mon)
Boys II Men (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Big Freedia (uh huh)
Jordin Sparks (yeah, yeah)
And Naughty By Nature
Its nine o
Into:
(Luda) A-town connection..
Lloyd, Luda (check) turn it up make it knock, East, West, North, South, beat'n on down ya block (2x)
Verse 1:
Into:
(Luda) A-town connection..
Lloyd, Luda (check) turn it up make it knock, East, West, North, South, beat'n on down ya block (2x)
Verse 1:
down deep
Always getting jail calls from the county
I came home had to turn up
And now it's spilling off me paper towel me
Come from soaking all this
Bob Marley
To the shop to get my top dropped, pine and stereo incredible knock
You could here me comin all the way up the block
Cocaine like sittin
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
wants to get caught up in a sea of traffic on the way to see me, so she rushes
Jackie-O shades to block the sun rays
Cause she swears the sunsets
on the kick it da truth
Macko
And you're boy
Go past go
Like hasbro
Check the ranks bro
We the tunes
Shut the fuck up
How you gon be mad onna come up
Bro got
that goes up
And arose from ya toes then it grows
All the way to ya nose and then blows up
Til its roasting up most of the spots
On ya noggin til it
And the whole block fell down.
The tobacconist caught fire, and everyone in the street died of lung cancer.
The grunts from the T-reg Chevette; you bet, you
dancin' (yeah), my crib look like Atlantis
Pull up outstandin', know we livin' lavish (lavish)
I cannot panic, went and bought a Patek (Patek)
Up like
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