Lyrics:
Inna Bando we cookin' dickhead snitchin' you see me lurk on block you trippin
Catch a enemy bun them the next week end
His face on a news he's
I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you
I play the curb
I never got caught by a undercover DT
Nah chill AT&T can't see me
You grab mics from the ones I left broken
Kid, don't front, you
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
the name of a.n.g
And i come from the streets
Known at Starling park
As the new kid on the block
That was
Bullying Pete
Then I just
Came to the mainstream
touch, it's rough tackle
When niggas ball on your block, and they buss at you
The fields' fill of players, and they all tryin' to score
The whole team
Let's bring it back to them blocks off the new lots
Who a cop, nigga? I started from the shoe box
You grew a lot
But I schooled you how to do drops
In my
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names
[voice in background]
Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my area code
All sorts of episodes in my area code
Where the blocks explode, where
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I came from the block where it's storming (I came)
And I came from them trenches by my lonely (I came)
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
on the block with that new ish
I just came like I just came
Fresh out the cake like I'm new bitch
So yeah ah
Listen listen to the kids ah
Listen listen
Waving just to say Hi
Did you stop? No -- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block
ON ME
IMc WcLKING LICK WEN YOU SEE ME ITS c FEE!
VERSE:2 BcNK BOY
Diamond back delton that's my favorite tool
223 just put yo man's all on the news
Fox
We're the new kids on the block
Spitting pop rocks
Thinking outside the box like it's hopscotch
Sipping JavaScript like hot chocolate
Just put
SUV is the new Lambo (turbo)
Politics is gettin' serious (haha)
Diplomatic Immunity, Livin' Off Experience
Ayy, let the beat drop, Dipset, D-Block
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
DJ Durel!
We walk backends (backends)
Wipe my sins (wipe my sins)
They can't win (they can't win)
No new friends (no new friends)
Football
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
been a nuisance
Used to ride 'round in that blue whip clean
Rollin' like deuces
Wait now they asking like who is he?
Who is this new nig?
Block got a new
the broad day
Niggas spraying with a K
Above all keep the kids straight
Despite falls
We still great
Drink and shake
At a block party
3rd ward, 4th ward
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
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