Lyrics:
know that my oops want me dead,
see I survived they attempt now they vexed, defeated my demons I'm like who is next?,
you seeing what happens when they
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
poppin than a blackhead, wreck the waxheads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you retired tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track witta new thought
You couldn't smoke
that new glock do,
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2,
You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do,
You don't know what it is
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
our sector man, hitting you in in directions, Vectorman
In MK Ls are what you'd see, never ending swipes like a Facebook news feed
Gotta keep it Juicy
to blow the dust off
Now what's what?
The flow's too skippy, no hopscotch
You know I hot-step
Through hell and burn my own socks off
Make it bang
and drugs, call us thugs
Make it they promise to fuck with you
No condom, they fuck with you, Obama say, "What it do?"
(Obama say, "What it do?")
(Obama
me what the race is
It's surreal
They're not real
I put them by their places
See it
They used to call me tricky-kid
I live the life they wish
shit
niggas is left blindfolded, reminded
how real shit can get live at time at
USA, New York City if you want to be exact
a soldier story from
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
And New Years in France
We livin’ the high life
You know how it be
If you bumpin' with Namos
Then life is easy
Now I’m back on the track, yeah those were my
without Finesse is like
The NBA without Jordan
So all you new jacks kickin' wack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on
Your fuckin' back like a knapsack
It ain't
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
like man i been new dis
Why they be talking but dont really do shit
Want a new house, a new chain, yeah the new piece
Don't hang with bitches you know
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
and the Pips
One rhyme you're on my tip soon as it leaves my lip
Up the block kids are talking and spreading the news
About the new grandmaster the one you
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
daughter want that brand new toy
But it's hard to show her that
You broke and can't afford it (You can tell)
So you on the corner, niggas
Talking shit
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
I wonder why it's often said that my life's
A fairy tale and everything is so right
I wish that you could
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