Lyrics:
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
I was born in '92 the blizzard was in '96
It's was a cold New York night and this kid
down like Hussein
Cool down, get rocked for a new chain
Coming down in the block with a new thang
Hit the top with the drop,
Watch the mood change
Nu
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
shoulder
Cuz it’s not safe
Burning hot plate
On ice
Praying that he doesn’t get stopped
On the block by the cops
They be coming for his life
Look
12:45
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
the blocks can catch ya (he ha, uh, yo)
(Uh) J to the mwah
I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs
(New York City must be)
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be's just a wannabe
over with the streets shit
Least see my kids on the weekend
Carter, new Kennedy
No ordinary Joe, you'll remember me
No prohibition for my coalition
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
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
New kid on the block
I'm Baby Bri
I dance and I rap
I'm only three
When I walk through
Yeah they look at me
One day soon, I'll be on the TV
New kid
that there Walkman huh?
(The new "Gas Face" rewrote'd by KMD
It's kind of funky with a lot of bass)
Yeah but I bet you wonder where
They got the bass
The only shit that we be dropping is the real hot shit
We the new kids on the block
But fuck that we the ghoodfellaz on your block
You think this is good
shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a glock
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
The day goes by how ever the pay goes
Same rules apply new york to vala hoe
Section 8 kid's smellin' like
Weed and roach pape'
Dude throat right in
you up visibly
All in plain view so your cousin and kid can see
Then on the news see a dozen acquitted me
Would you recuse that good judge unequivocally
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