Lyrics:
passes you on whether they want to hear it or not
Get out, How dare you come down here and do this
I’ve been here 14 years, I’ve lived in this town my
familiar faces son, i'm dodging the game
I want a clean slate, but these cops stay screwin'
Snatching me up off the block, what am I doin'?
Oh, it's
and caught a new opp (bang, bang)
That's what you get, tryna do a hit, sneak dissin' on my block (huh?)
I left his top topless like one of them bop ass thots
watchin' me
Like a hibachi I'm flipping a feast they be clockin' me
Give it your best by all means you not stoppin' me
I came to body beats, put on this
off and I'll never forget
'Cause if it wasn't for them, there wouldn't be no rap shit
Back to the track of the new
For short you can call me MC Grand
through
The things that I would do to you but it’s wrong
Tell me hazel what is going on
Lil hazel getting used up by the guys up on the block
They only use
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
lit?
Who hot, who not?
Who the bad boy nigga On the block?
Make way for the new regime
Been at this shit since a teen
If you want it then I got
the big trey pound
Don't walk might hit my target yuh
Run a block ten and it's five times two
Who've been at you're crib
Don Trey what it do?
Forum Park
nigga do
(what's up?)
New York City's pharaoh, potato on the barrel
Shell-case muffle, make me come touch you
I finger-fuck my firearm, we intimate
I'm
The king is crowned to more than one
But it's not a crown
It's a mask
You panic when they're on
Holy father she call her father daddy I'm slapping him
whatever you want but I call it God
He gave me the gift now to scream and shout
To live my life with no regrets
And to feel that thing beating inside of my
this bitch
Tell my niggas throw them B's up
Doing what the fuck I want
Hate me all the fuck you want
Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give
the criticism
So here's what we're gonna do
We're gonna make a new movie
Where I'm the star and you pay me to use me
We'll shoot it in Los Angeles, hmm,
band new coupe shit
Pull up watch i’m lose it you say you got it prove it
what they call you nigga
They call me the boxx
How’d you get it
the lions
My hustle could turn to rustle
But for now I'm survivin' living
My kids are chillin' and I'm
Whippin' the new boy
It ain't a Maybach but it's
Better
Geronimo, I just go, "Heh"
Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
So low that I can admit
When I hear that another kid
Is shot by the popo
It ain't
you hit I don't care what it cost
I fucked up the game you know that I'm raw
You know I'm a menace can't tell what I saw
Bitch I ran up these digits
let me show you mine
Bring the six o'clock news
And let me walk 'em in my shoes
Through what you call the inner city
And what I call the blues
I'm broke
wasn't slick
I wouldn't have wrote you
And now we on to the
Next 'cause that's old news, gotti
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know
you toast (bow)
Bitches want to have a baby by me, it's a no (it's a no)
Bitch are you dumb? (Whoa) go (go)
Anyway, can I fuck your friend
to rock it, wreckin niggas need to stop it
You get your style busted that's just what they get for comin
You want some?! Yes I know you want some
lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil' ice
what it seems
You think that I'm living life stress free
'Cause I got a new timepiece and it gleams
But I'm really out tryna' feed teams
My bruddas dem
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