Lyrics:
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
Went and bought some new jewels
Hit the car dealer, woo-woo re'd up
Who knew we would blow up like nitro, now these bitches need us
Woo I just tasted
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
But you better watch how you
Talking to your step pop
Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge
N' walk around with my boxers
On in yo' crib, Kid
But you better watch how you
Talking to your step pop
Watch, I'm a be gon' in your fridge
N' walk around with my boxers on in yo' crib
Kid
shocked
We got legends by the dozen so just take your time
Bout to get groupies by the millions who be super fine
Check this brand new flow that ages like
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
Stupid
You can't fuck with this, y'know I know
Bring your whole team kid yeah thunn
Yo, I love my niggas for that
We strike back, handle business
'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
, Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
dope for years
I got good relationship with auntie kids
Bought they ass some video games
New clothes and shoes with good shoe strings
Auntie said, "Pap,
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
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
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 home, I don't
blocks
With your mommy lost
The aspiration I make
Is inspiration from hate
Incarnation by fate
Aggregation I create
The devastation I rake
Is the creation
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
Discuss these didnt i blow your mind by new kids on the block Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In