Lyrics:
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
and hit grass
And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta ziplocs
Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
I have you
kids, ha?
But you be fuckin' around right in the neighborhood you live, ha?
You own a truck, ha?
With TV's and cd's rimmed up, ha?
Fuckin' em up, ha?
kids, ha?
But you be fuckin' around right in the neighborhood you live, ha?
You own a truck, ha?
With TV's and cd's rimmed up, ha?
Fuckin' em up, ha?
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
kid
Dropped a dope album about last week I been takin a break
This shit weak
The streets ain't no play I almost got hit
We ain't playing no game men we
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i
the block, 12 years same house
I'mma need a new place
Moving too fast, will I crash don't you know
It's my first time stepping
First time stepping, first time
to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear
Verse one: lost boyz
Hey yo
I only hit you with
livin' the life
Been there done that, shit I paid the price
(I seen wigs get split, kids get hit)
(All for the love of money, that's rediculous)
Sometimes
The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block
The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York
The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter flew
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
the back waiting to clip you
And ain't got to be from New York for homie to Knick you
For a dub and nick' you
Hit some pressure as a stress reliever
And I
Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm
like they in control
But hold up, I've been doin this since we was kids
And all you other niggas gotta ask if you could live
Your projects is on our
that royalty line
Wrote a album full of loyalty lines, I gets mine
Heaven rock with me, holler up to Pop, don’t stop with me
Hit the block, sure shot,
hit a homer
Marge - comprende' - hard - aldentay
M.J. - Jordan or Jackson
Only difference is, I ain't fuckin' with these kids
Shyne - Big, a problem too
the ending's harder than thoughts
Of when it starts, it begins
Nobody wins when the family feud
Or when the family news turns into somethin' that no one from
I'm on your block but bitch I'm never gonna rep no gang
Because I made my spot I am my boss you better respect my name
All you know when the album drop
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block
And watch ya body drop the ya album straight flopped, Fool, Fool
Trick runner, beware of hammer
The funky headhunter
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