Lyrics:
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
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
Yeah
Y'all know what this is
JQuest
New kid on the block, coming in, killing shit, I'm hot like presto (Hot, hot hot)
Not phased by these lame
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
to pimp girls
Push work or get high
Yea their jeans hanging low and
They keep their hat cocked
But they living by the word instead
Of living by the block
through it)
Lil nigga you new this
But when we catch you by yourself
That's when you start to act clueless
Now they say that I'm Boujie
Cause I ain't got
and fishing
Been about the block, whipped all the cars on the wish list
G class or G shock
Every other week i'm frontin with a new watch
Ironic cah the timing
for my team
Going hard for my team
On my block I've been going hard
On my block I've been going hard
On my block I've been going hard
On my block I've
‘stendos
See all these palm trees, right by my window
Ran up a hun’nid - on my block
Still in the streets - on my block
Made mama proud - on my block
block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark
it to my people bless em with the new tunes
My music going global refugee fucking moves
People really hating on a kid but its cool
That's just how it
the hell...what the hell...
[Chorus 1: Lord Tariq]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise,
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty
off quick, forever niggas talk shit
Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped
Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin'
Time to start
to move, on, from all the weed, I dropped the bottle
Meet in New Jerusalem cause we don't really die though
RAZI, RAZI, I see
That hate tried to block me
So
just bummin'
Lately in my bag (Bag) blue racks new money
(Uh huh)
Still post up on that block (Block) for all my dogs a
Cold summer (Forreal)
Nigga yeen
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
Klockin' for the dollaz like the first and 15th
Hell yeah show the money makin' payments every week
Get the stash spot pumpin' want my kid's kids
X'd out the ignorance
Got the clearance to speak intelligence on the block
Into illusion we drown
By forth sounds smooth enough to break you left
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