Lyrics:
feet
Could have thrown the towel in and then admitted defeat
But it's always something new and by the skin of my teeth
The good lord looking down with
There's a little lady on my block
Guess she's about 35
Has about 7 kids, ain't never been married
Hasn't done anything with her life, yeah
(Eat a dick up)
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin'
uncut like the rawest coke
And fuck rhymes when it's crunch
Time your whole squad'll choke
The whole block bananas
To get I stay by myself and
Hit
Houston, and of course Will Smith
Can't forget about Madonna or New Kids on the Block
And we all know the 90's supplied us the best rock!
Give me some
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)
was up the block when my compadre Coolie Black got shot
All up on Second and Clara Blocks now check it
New change was burnin inside motherfuckers
like a Loch Ness (yeah)
My niggas on the block with no options (no)
They smokin' niggas like Hot Grabba (Grabba, Grabba)
I bought a new stick (bitch),
are in a state of shock
We're the New Kids on the Block
Chillin' on the corner the first day we arrive
From the looks of the hoods we didn't think
I ain't never ever
I ain't never ever
I ain't
I ain't never ever rob
Never stood out on the block
Never sat inside a can
Never beat up by the cops
I
got new music
Well I guess I gotta prove it
Can't have you looking goofy
On my block I'm a young prophet and my enemies look spooky
Run your race down
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
understood
My shoes too big
Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G.
A big rig for a big kid - that's me!
I should've got a scholarship for
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
Cuz they don't bother me (ha stop)
Nigga I'm always strapped I
Sleepwalk with the hammer
I bump into you wake up then blam ya
Yo Whoo Kid these niggas
for the syndicate
[?] Lester on these blocks, boy, you in for it
Pushing for the King of New York, I see it
Gangsters try so hard but can't be it
Only
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
still pushing
Fuck a nigga, we slide the block, they still pussy
Twelve watching, but you got kids, you gotta get it
And I gotta put some food up in
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Boom, shakalaka, boom-boom, shakalaka
Banger! (Figg Side!)
Fool, floss on your block you get Brooklyn block
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
yo block)
Use to catch plays by the Fox (Use to catch plays by the)
Now we in the hotel Jamie Fox (Now we in the)
100 Rounds hanging off a chop
Yeah
I'm just trying to block the wind out here
So if you see my seed slipping remember it takes a village
Lord help me we got kids out here
It's a cold
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
QB (that show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas want to do man (nothing)
See Cease A Leo (huh)
I'm for the kids (right)
Sometimes we gotta
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