Lyrics:
get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo E (what's up G?) Bridge
And you blow my mind, baby
And you blow my mind, baby
(Press
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo E (what's up G?) Bridge
And you blow my mind, baby
And you blow my mind, baby
(Press
been through, the things he was getting into
The chicks we were giving it to, getting it in, yeah getting it into
She said I'm new around the block, I
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
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
said, "Ah, Mom, 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
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
When I was a kid, I rode crates on a skate
And I ate everything mama put on my plate
Niggas walked around packin' BB guns
Knock on your door
Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper
LA nigga in a New York state of mind
When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85
I'm hot lava gold d's on my
balance
But God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
Why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
mind grows, being divine, strolls, by the Master
One verse could cause cataclysmic disaster
But the truth hurts to be murder with spoken words
Profound
the past time
Smart kid grew up with a bad mind
Ran through the steps like a land mine
If you got the pack I don’t want a lead
But this lead will follow with
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave.
bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six
one old dude in school, never having fun
The quiet kid, who didn't like a pun
The kid stept to him, asked for a gun
The guy gave it to him. Questions,
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
One step, two step, G checker kid Run up on your block and your wigs are getting
Split Grew up on a Ezi, let me tell you how I live
Hard times, never
Yeah I'm about to switch the flow
Yeah this shit is way too slow
New kid on the block
And she really want my cock
And this song aint even drop
But she
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
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