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never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet

The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'

Humble I’m a humble yeah

Momma use to shop at Payless 

4 stripe Addidas

All we had was hand me downs

Kids use to tease us

Starving at home

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 listen

Look, I'm Sparring with beats 

For some new pay 

It's a new day 

cnd niggas still got the screwed face

You would think you'd be happy

Too see me

doin' tricks
Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot
I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes

With high heels, you stole your mom's

I feel like I was born to go viral
My dream is to be little kid’s idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where’s my NyQuil
My shooter’s

was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make

take a trip let's find SY or spin around the Nine
How they gone chat about real he done snitched and got drilled by all of his guys
D Block broadday

and shine
Day dreaming bout creampies
Walk into the bank now
Somehow credit score so high
Usually block my entrance
Now they just let me blow by
My aunts say

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,

White Trash

Lordz of Brooklyn

All in the Family

1995

Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed

a
Kid's park, post their block, no envelope
In my hood, can't lie in bait
Dodge cams and hide my face taking risk
Won't lie it's flames but we
Still trip

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,

Verbal Intercourse

Nas

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

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,

I'm down 4 the cause
You down 4 the count
I live like a boss
I like large amounts

I'm chasing this cheese
My kids all I need
I sleep on the floor

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

to the new Big Daddy Kane shit
Leaning on his car rocking his latest custom made fit
Spanish kid pulled up on a bike he ain't even say shit
He ain't even seen

Who makes your girl wanna leave, Burhan G
WHO CAN MAKE IT BOUNCE LIKE ME?
Who that new kid on the block, Burhan G
Making every crew wanna rock,

the thing is in New York, even
That corner store know that any minute, shit
He could get evicted and replaced
By some fucking organic spinach
So it's every

Short Race

GZA

Pro Tools

2008

inside him
Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
A wall around himself had became a shell
Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell

a crazy place plagued by evil men
Who don't care about your family
Your women
Your Children
Instead they see a dollar sign lining the block
It's like a car

Bad bitch she mixed just like some gumbo
Loyal to my bucks like Antetekounmpo
Living room look just like a gun show
Blue benjies, add 'em by the bundle

nothing tucked
Bang
Beat a nigga with some num chucks
Damn
Bitch im rockin new balance i don't wear chucks
Neva that
Posted on the block with some cluckas