Lyrics:
Four in the air, deuce in my blunt
Blast like the rockets rollin up gruntz
My stunt double gon shoot with the ones
Come on the block bad news for ya son
wassup, yerrrr
With the squad, on the block, at the spot, yerrrr
[Verse 1]
None of these rappers saying shit
Who dafuq is this Asian kid
I'm on my Super
Like, oh, shit, only smoke za in a spliff
Mix Rah with the grabba with the shit
Every opp shot, everybody drive a new whip
'Cause don't see the flock
spinning blocks, doing hits
You a never blast
You ain't put that bitch on and you had a mask
Then I heard yo new song talking 'bout you a gangster and shit
one tape with hardcore
I was so upset, and ready to get ill
Then I thought about a kid who lived up the hill
I went to his house to get my tape
He
dandruff
I'm far from a new kid on the block, I hang tough
Was handcuffed to false pretense but they were out of luck
Released myself from captivity escaped
And make sure that success is sealed
You hear me holla at ya
Verse 2
Mega:
We G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
I never had a dream of being a rock star
I'm a block star
Flip
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
threw the case at like 8-track tapes
Blew eight stacks at Peter Luger's 'til it's your faith at stake
Who waves at the Louis haters through the new
fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks,
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
Outlaw money, it's a new beginning
Even if we fail we winning
Got to take the jump kid
Blowing a kiss what did I miss?
Hottest in the game and that's no
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
On the block with a choppa
It was just me and chop
I was chilling with killers and scammers
Niggas know how I rock when
I came on the block
No
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
the bills
When I was a kid I had no worries
Now I'm lookin' for fun, it's all boring
Longing for somethin' new
Get in the car and go to your town
You are
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
even heard from you
You left the kids by they self
They haven't even heard from you
We put your wig on a shelf
We unstable, yeah
We unstable, yeah
Your
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
the Slatt, I'm never gon' kid when it come to these racks, uh
Money like O'Neal, I got a few bills to spend these racks (let's go)
I just bought a new cat
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
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