Lyrics:
come ta fight
I came ta win
I do not care
If I do sin
I will repent
Nd do it again
Ya block get bent
Wit a new sig
Cant see thru the tint
Ya shawtys
[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..
[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't
verified
Have your ass on the news like a headliner
On the block with the blower and its heads fryin
I used to pray for a blessing every night before my
Intro - RL]
Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from
North side, yeah, ghetto
Minneapolis, ghetto
I'm from the, ghetto
You know how we
books or you block spin
Welcome to the third
Hope you came fully prepared
To Learn the writings delivered by a wise naughty nerd
I think it will be great
a Philadelphia boy
Tell these people how you moved out and
You a New Jersey resident boy
Them OG's on the block
Are like Japanese chefs
Cause soon as they smell
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
Intro]
This one goes out to all sides worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
where playa hatin killers
dope for years
I got good relationship with auntie kids
Bought they ass some video games
New clothes and shoes with good shoe strings
Auntie said, "Pap,
women
Sonny, I live it, O-10, S5 tinted
Brother Deck, what I rep, S.I., dig it?
Fifty cal' flow, get low
Intro to outro, bout it tho, whoa
Steady,
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day,
sexy hooked up by Becky true to the dice not new to the dice sexy
Dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd. right after she blew on the dice.
123rd
And the OG‘s ain’t respected by these new niggas
Will beat you like your daddy make you piss your new denim
Ain’t never learn how to fight so they keep a tool
shift into a better man
Lifted by better hands
Intentions sent from my pineal gland
Remnants repressed till new energy is met in double helix strands
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
Looking back at the events in my lifetime
Things that happened today should be no surprise
The hints and clues proves
That nothing is new
I
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, come on duke, pass that shit, man (I just got this)
Come on man, what the fuck you mean you just got it man?
You
Shyheim (New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it, we gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
[Chorus: Shyheim]
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