Lyrics:
off onto this gangsta shit
Bless our niggaz on the block
Could bring it however, you know what I'm sayin'?
However they want it
I don't think these
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
You're not twenty-four anymore
Just go away, Wroetoshaw and on the way out
Close the door
GameboyJones should call it quit's
I don't know what you
if you're good you're good, if you're bad you're bad
So how hard is it? (Hard as it can get)
I want to know, how hard do you want to it? (Hard
on and press play
So we can check the vibe
And if we if we do it right
Then make sure you just
Pump the beat
Then make sure you
Pump the beat
Make sure you just
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
chasin' clout (come on)
Shit corny, even Fat Joe had to call him out
You mad she fuckin' Nelly nigga that's what it's all about (haha)
Stacy Dash dumb
and they black
Woke up and I got a new tat
Fuck it up and you might just get slapped
I just- I just want 40 xans by my right side (40 XANS) (RIGHT SIDE)
Said
(Oh, shit! What up Chino Dolla?)
New Joc City, (Here it is, Block..?..)
But right now, you 'bout to witness a nigga gon' of dat patron. (Hu-huh,
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
where
We let our nuts hang
Peel your motherfuckin' cap
I put the city on the map
Crackhouse in '92 is what new
Niggas call a trap
I'ma keep it gangsta
dig)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (you dig)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (you dig)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
Stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'Rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I'm in trouble
And the pump
Pump fat
Got me saying
She said daddy
How I'm doing
I said good
Just throw it back
Love to fuck
From the back
Got to watch
That booty clap
Call
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
mic!
[ Play ]
Oh, you want some of this?
[ Kid ]
Yo, it's my turn
[ Play ]
Yeah, go for yours
[ Kid ]
Anything you can do, I can do better
I
fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it
Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch
For some blacktop shit
What you want nigga, what
Chevy just call it a box
Forgis g6 roof n da top
You Dump @ my shyt im spinning the block
( blaahhh ) isaa switch on da glock
Pump 7 I got it
on a Porsche truck, Henny in the fridge
That's how we live, it is what it is
We run up in your crib snatch your kids and your wiz
We know where you live, it
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
a block away
I ain't pessimistic but I dropped a couple knot today
Ooh, bet she call you not today
I told 'em all my lot is out
I know the dame like
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
some kids who just got into sex on the internet
So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em?
Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable
They
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