Lyrics:
nigga?"
I don't know
Teaching my kids to be like me, and ain't nobody want new shit
Guarantee, you make an album take my vocab, so fuck the mic up
the wrong path
Then I prolly woulda got shot
Hope n Praying I don't get shot
While I'm passing thru on the block
Or getting pulled over by the cops
After
Treating the block like it taught me a new religion
Im screaming death to the competition
When will they bring us up in there discussions
when they do it
saw me
I ain't shootin at kids bitch I'm hittin
My target
Plug threw pounds onna block and I told him lob it
Whippin up glass inna kitchen shit lookin
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
New York smokin' LA weed
I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed
I dead niggaz like Pac and Big, blocks to live
These niggaz can't eat like
new
Niggas want me dead, for a bag and a
Price on my head, got a price on my head (price on my head)
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
when lights on the street
Coke bottles, sticks, rocks man and fights in the street
Just A kid playing with matches sneaking in buildings for fun
New kid
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
a brand new wave for the summer
Got a brand new play on the come up
Pull up on the block they think I already
Made it
Girls on my jock now I'm they
a brand new wave for the summer
Got a brand new play on the come up
I Pull up on the block they think I already
Made it
Girls on my jock now I'm they
She not my lover like Billie Jean but the kid is mine
Sandi used to tell me all it takes is one time
And all it took was one time
Shit, we only met
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
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Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town
or molly up in that chicken sandwich
Niggas was online like the new Jordan's comin' out
Kanye promotin' God 'cause his new album comin' out
But really he
says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma need a new house Babies need some new shoes
I went and bought a new chain I
I hustle to get it my kids gotta eat man I'm putting my people on Momma
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
aint even listening to your new album cause it probably fuckin sucks No actually I aint had enough. Your buff I duck duck don't give a fuck Im a yung
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