Lyrics:
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
always up & since a kid I never took a nap
Late night makin jugs
While I’m in the newest foreign
Never had a 9-5
Cuz that shit is for the poorest
& fuck I
to cry about
With every new game console in that big ass house
One day we were playing smash on 64
When an older kid with a shovel pounded on the door
Said
the lower south
That's where I come from
Humid heat and the sun coming down
But I still feel numb from
The cold
Writing on Writers block
But I still feel
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people
the broad day
Niggas spraying with a K
Above all keep the kids straight
Despite falls
We still great
Drink and shake
At a block party
3rd ward, 4th ward
been a nuisance
Used to ride 'round in that blue whip clean
Rollin' like deuces
Wait now they asking like who is he?
Who is this new nig?
Block got a new
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
Well we found love
feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by
Might have to take his life
Two wrongs that don't make a right
My youngin pull up on your block
He shooting everything in sight
No bullets, use a fucking
As of lately
I've started recognizing my blessings
Instead of waiting on shooting stars
Because I've never seen one that's loud enough for blind kids
a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here
afro off your logo
Plus, you ain't half as nice as the kid Slim
How they gonna' put yo' album out before him?
Only way you'll sell at this rate,
is if
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
got it nigga
Seven ways of income, we about it nigga
But I don't mean to boat, I'm here to show yal the growth
Album after album, song after song, beat
the hour, recipe going sour
"Listened to your new album, definitely an album"
Quote the verses you fathom, sons & daughters of Adam
Gimme that
Didn't speak
Larson my dear
The answer so clear
But my music so conceptual
Try to solve the album you're better off using decimals
Livin by the medical like i don't
By Nirvana
Memory-y-uh
The first CD I ever stole
From my dad's CD collection
Was an album titled Nevermind
It blew my mind to pieces
Both of us came
the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By far, we got a dose that life was hard
A Spanish we were close
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