Lyrics:
ice yah, yah, yah (Straight up)
This the life (Skrrt)
I'm feeling nice yah (Feeling nice)
City lights (Lit up) (Pump it up, pump it up)
They get me
kids
Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this
Flows that's hard enough it could hit your kids with this
Thugs walk through Queensbridge with
kids
Y'all know what it is when I get biz with this
Flows that's hard enough it could hit your kids with this
Thugs walk through Queensbridge with
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
and make it soon
Gots to take a block and make it boom
We comin' through so make some room
Found somethin' that could be somethin' if I pump it up
This
speaking to on an as need to know basis. And the conversation was like, Hi mom. So I got a record deal and they want to meet with you. And she was like, What
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
did
And you just discoverin' it
What you tryin' to act unclear
As if his uncle didn't
Bitch you can't spell "unclear" without
Puttin' the "uncle" in it
call me classless, I heard that, I second and third that
Don't know what the fuck I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I
Block look like a drive-thru
They know what's up
A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us
I walked in this motherfucker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
Larry Holmes (why?)
And call the spatula Mike 'cause it beat the pot (beat it)
Get you a bag on your own, never let nobody see you're knot (never)
of New York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
the way that you smile
Uh
We them kids from the block, we them kids from the block
We them kids from the block man
We them kids from the block, we them kids
smokin weed until they come and we can fall back
Shootin back for the small scratch
Trey-Fo' what you call that?
Pull up my drawers Girbauds
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
kid a teen
You're a spoof of me like if hip hop did a scream
Audi coupe lookin' good so I went and copped it
Got that TT poppin' like a trendin'
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
want to see
Bring the kid and carry me
Rig it with the closeness
Hang my bones.
Submitted by Rene
GOING BLIND:
And I know how it's to be
afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my 'Rari, huh
I don't even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci
thoughts, it's adios
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
The ego
Gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
D'Evils, stay with the scripture
What your
back
What you gone do wit dat
She workin dat twerkin
But is she gone toot it back
What you gone do wit dat
Anything that i want
Cuz i know she aint new
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
don't want me)
From far away
I can be your secret
It's gonna be fine
Let me love you from far away
High just smoke, I just smoke
What a world I create
I
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