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never went to no college
Look kid
Let me tell you how a nigga got popular
It's a fucking stadium, young nigga
I ain't doing no assignment
Pull up on your

With the red cup - solo, Red Sox logo
Runnin' down the block from the po-po
Fuck them who you're knowin' in the
New photo doin' blow
With a bro that you

thing I need is for
These kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets i'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm

of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"

apart/turned me to a juggernaut/
Used to thug a lot/run the block/vet Kasi to phakalan'/
If you doubt it ask about me/I don't want to talk a lot/
 I'd rather

On the block stuffing money in a crew sock
We was kids... goal was a big box
Now the n***** had the box in the big box
I ain't gotta up the big pistol I can big

and Jasmin 
A young Angelina and Brad Pitt
If you’re a cake than I'm the motherfuckin' fat kid


And I don’t care if I ever get famous 
Cause just by lookin

jad
To jest Pierwszy Milion New Kids On The Block
Mogę przeżyć wszystko zmienić świat
Pieprzyć fart słabi polegają na farcie
Mój hajs sam wyrwę z gardła

Just the other day, I was pissin' out some toxins
When the cops rolled by
I gotta take it on the block again
Sendin' letters included
As a child offender

stereo, rive gun live
Here we go, S-O-B drop some
For the kids in the hall with the new block tape
Blast from both angles like boom dock saint
So get up get

the park I'm involved
I'm the king of New York when it comes to these bars
I said rhymes, cash, the weed, cars
Coney Island mayor, hood superstar
You

We Will Survive

3rd Coast Dynasty

The Arrival

2002

You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme

Murder Follows Me

Psychopathic Rydas

Ryden Dirtay

2001

the news up
My momma said that there'd be shit like this
I never seen it
C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce
Now I ask myself
Is there a way to make it

Street Life

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

the drugs and thugs meet 

Yo  I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks 
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox 
Rhyme excellent kill 'em

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

Come then, bet man flop
None of you mugs can tek man's spot
Long way from Gipset Tally
No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
Kids, no daddies,

and decoys
Hey yo I'm bad news for crews
I ain't fucking with you
Ain't got nothing to prove, nothing to lose
I be up in the booth and
I'm fitting to let loose

New Kids On The Block
Step by step, ooh baby – Tokat gegen Kopf
Pitties reißen deine Fresse runter
– Hannibal Lecter aggressiv wie Snuff-Film
Aggressiv

Won't stop, got that shit on lock, i
Can get it all, won't ever get caught, can't
Stop, Haters on the block, coming at me
They gonna need the swat
Like

I wife her when my cousin hit it
Broke bitches walking round
Louis bags nothing in it
All that bullshit that you see on the news
And what they teach

just play it loud
Everything will be the same but you won’t feel the pain
Who a the talk of the town
Who a the talk of the town
Who the new kid

Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture

believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine
By the navy blue caps new York Yankee fitted
The Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement

slide up on your lady
Pull up in that super Benz, took off in Mercedes
I ain't tryna play no games, baby, tricks for kids
In the booth, I'm feelin'

It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never