Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
Hold the dice, NYPD alarm, need to be calm
Nothin' but gunshots, kids need to be home
Block so hot, the fire hydrant need to be on
(Harlem)
The fiends
the corner store
It get real by the corner store
Niggas tryna make a meal by the corner store
Keep your kids from the corner store
Because these niggas round
When I pull up on the block like skrt
Get it by the pound, so it's not light work
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I
payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_!
Pull up in the car with a new bitch in it
Circle 'round the block
Now I got two bitch in it
Never runnin' out because my juice infinite
I'm just out
stock
I’m the new kid on the block
That lil bitch on my jock
I’m the new kid on the block yeah, yeah
I’m going up in my stock
I’m the new kid
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
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,
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
And dons getting ran down, chased round blocks
Dons getting skied by multiple shots
Dons getting kidnapped, dons getting robbed
That's why I tell a don
that
Gucci pouch new iron with a skullcap
I'm on the block right now with crack in my crack
Aye what you need it on the line ______ text you back
Aye
wassup, yerrrr
With the squad, on the block, at the spot, yerrrr
[Verse 1]
None of these rappers saying shit
Who dafuq is this Asian kid
I'm on my Super
of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
No
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
clothes
You can remember my name just as plain as the face under your nose
I'm a new kid on the block
Though I may not be Johann Sebastian Bach
So we
We're the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're the talk of the town and don't you think we're not
For we've found love
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
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 ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
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