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Time for a new wave
See many called but few are chosen
And we chosen to be great
Are you ready to win

I went from sleeping in hells kitchen
To trap

45 Minutes to Broadway

Sheek Louch

After Taxes

2005

and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa

She like take it off
Do you

Mix'n up a purple concoction
Sprite codeine if you dont know the process
Up late nights tryna progress
Why deez niggas new to the game novice
Turn

He a bitch he can't hang around the gang when it get lit
Big bro told me that I had to get up out the mix
Gotta Keep niggas from near me ion wanna

And a first aid kit
Ladies love my drip
Mix some real madrid
With my skinny jeans
And by any means
I block out my fiends
And follow up my dreams
Waiting for

4-0-33

Dolly Parton

Just Between You and Me

1968

Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
Well we found love

Ever since I dropped Remo they been fuckin'
With that kid from the north
Love to fuck a big girl she
Can't fit in a Porsche
Gotta go commando she

pipe game
Now she in her feels
Like a pet when I leave she waiting By the window sill
Hear this beating down ya block
Scary neighbors call the cops
Kids

Born and raised
In a warmer place
Sunny days
Son of Africa
His parents moved to Europe, growin' up would be tough
Roy, the only black kid

Move Around

Mannie Fresh

The Source: Fat Tape, Vol. 1

2006

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)

for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme

You know the block too hot for a cool kid
Finna pop a perc ten and drink two fifths
Up late with ya bitch knocking boots still
Real beef shouldn't

for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n' Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash
I'm tryna' stack money high
Gimme

Block stay hot cuz I'm fucking with the algorithm
Real as rain bad as Cain how much are you gonna give em?
Sit around kids and listen to a fable
Make

Before I let these crackers throw me and shit
Bounce if you a good kid, bounce, do the bird hop
Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve

Buck Wild

Biz Markie

I Need a Haircut

1991

just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
He never ever seen none of them carryin books
He used to be on the block

Gang Bang

Brand Nubian

Everything Is Everything

1994

a fuck about the brothers
As long as they get they cash, News flash
These kids is the worst, if you see 'em
Then you better hit em first
Don't shoot

The Hidden Hand

Fat Joe

Don Cartagena

1998

richer 

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules 
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles 
Got the cops joggin

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

She was sucking my dick and she swallowed my kids
Damn i cant get my nut back
You was tryna be street but you know you aint street
Boy you can get

Sock'Em robot, kid, I drop bombs
I'm rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty
I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news
I'm crazy and clever, cut throats

we beefing a hundred shots at the kid

Pull up with some shooters off that evil and they fucked up 
I'm a ride around with that work right by the   got

started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar

ain't go tell, best believe that I'm a beat it
Sis told me to pick better friends, I be around the reapers line my heads up like kids, you would think