Lyrics:
says to him, "I was gon' wait until you got older
But something was on my mind, was pressing, I had to show you
The whole block know me and the whole
kids every block who watch for that free opportunity
As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop
And you won't even notice your mind will be so
day
Motherfuckers don't play
Straight from the Bucktown side of the block
Keep your shit cocked
Like we said, that's when all the madness stops
I
it pours
Gotta bring your poles
Don't cover your nose
A breath of life
And then we pour some more
I'm covered in gold
Nigga better not fold
We
a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all praying that I flop? Blow it out ya ass!
In New York I buy clothing, in
convinced she could handle even two
Said "I want your child or I'm leavin you"
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her
on my mind and soul
But I can still burn tracks like candle wax
And I stay on your toes like sandal straps
Rocked since 15, I done grew up in the game
Dad, how was your trip?"
They didn't speak
I said, "I want to plead my case"
But my father just shoved me in the car by my face
That was a hard ride
asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
Fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that
spit it from the gut, so my core is always sore
You spin a globe, that’s how your ass goes on world tours
I incubate kids that’ll imitate your nig’
You
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
(muah)
We'll be so high, you'll swing your feet
I know that you hear it come on groove with the beat (groove with the beat)
Yeah it's the perfect weather
ya by yourself ya number hit me up yup
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Nevermind
Yeah
Stretch
TradeMark The Block
UH
Blow your smoke up in the air for me
Looking through the clouds I can still see who’s there for me
Yeah
Mmhmm
AH
Cena gon' blow - you goin no place
Snatch your dame, show her my old face
Still walk tall with a staggered stance
Plus I hold on the club like I was
equal
His new album in stores - Tical 0, man
The Prequel
You know how we do when me and my crew bang
Been rapping this kid
Since he was down with Wu Tang
I’m alive
Ima step up in this bitch and kill vibe
You didn’t see the Wolf was lurking hold on tight
Yeah
Watch your back
Or is gone be long night
I
functions well off spite
I don't do that tit for tat, I blow your shit up like dynamite
Take my life, I'll take every one of y'all
Have your kids thrown out
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
the papers
See the signs
But I guess no GPS
Can change your mind
Going left
With no directions
Doing fine
Do the crime
Do the time
ROLEX
Bo Jackson
Wait
Bridge
See the chalk
Read the papers
See the signs
But I guess no GPS
Can change your mind
Going left
With no directions
Doing fine
Do the crime
Do
offensive, i'm vulgar what's new
Other than recent divorce
Or many kids you gave birth
What you got to say to the kid
You called an Eminem wannabe
Nowadays,
the greatest hits of Donnie Hathaway
Got interrupted by a drive-by shooting half a block away
Fahim was in the window, he didn't get hit though
All please due
Fuck who got next cuz I got now
Heading to the top while you talk down
Family on my back and they stay proud
Didn't get where I'm at by sitting
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