Lyrics:
Porsche
With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
amazin'
Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
They just hit the tape while I sip scotch let the haters kick rocks
My shit
and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
ya by yourself ya number hit me up yup
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind
doughs even though I got those
Still respect mom and dad house, okay
The new kid on the block, yeah that's me
From the magazine covers, movies to tv
Shake
Hit man hit man hit man hit man hit man hit man yea
Get yo ass stuck like quick sand messin wit du big man Niggas hope out In trucks
Post On block
gon' die, why ask why?
Homie, it is what it is, I handle my biz
I put that on my kid
I don't forget I heard you
Bullet shell in ya wig
Hollow tip
my health
I got that bag, I did that by myself
I got a bag, I did that by myself
Yeah, yeah
Pull up on the block, I got a new Maybach
Shawty tryna give
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Went and bought some new jewels
Hit the car dealer, woo-woo re'd up
Who knew we would blow up like nitro, now these bitches need us
Woo I just tasted
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
a new house
I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid
Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz' thick
But all good things don't last
Task' came fast,
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
There once was kid
Who moved to the block
From down around the bend
He was a lonely new kid
And the new kid needed a friend
One day a boy on a bike
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
trying to rest for 5
On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized
They ask me how I did it, how I got it
Say I'm king you looking brolic
I
a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves like a stencil
New kid on the block and I make this Shit
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 all
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
turn that bitch to a coupe
If I ever need help ima slide with the troops
Late night opp block praying I ain't make the news
Walk down hit his top with
too
G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
to bust the 411
'94 is here
We gonna have something new for you on this next album, man
Yeah, we gonna have something new for your asses
We going to keep it
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