Lyrics:
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you should of slid to my crib
Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
the endzone
It is the myth a bitch who just hid and didn't do shit and just murdered
That's why I'm it
You like a lil' kid and I slaughtered
Admit when I
jewel
We bout to blow up, got your nose up
You could catch a blocka-blocka try to stop or hold us
And your block a whole bust, live news
Ride through
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
There once was kid
Who moved to the block
From down around the bend
He was a lonely new kid
And the new kid needed a friend
One day a boy on a bike
ever gonna stop|The new kid on the block||All the girls they like me|If you don't like it then fight me|Just like that tick tock i'll clean your
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always
They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend
Now I
And things they didn't allow
And that's just so they just cool us down
And then I know they stole 'em down, uh
Do you beat your kids?
Do you read to your kids
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
the gear (go)
Dropped out of school 'cause I didn't wanna hear it (nah)
I was thinkin' 'bout makin' a M every period (yes sir)
Got my shit out the block
Straight to the noggin
Modern day problem solving
Seen them on the block
Old heads were bobbing
I guess they feel the vibe
No beg your pardon
Starting
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now
Legs sprain in a ditch
I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have
on
I'm tryna stay in shape
I lift weights and eat grapes
Cause it elevates my mind and my body
It's so hard we get simple
Body is your temple
That's why
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
weed or blow, I keep an open store
I keep my hair cut low, 44 on the floor
You can test me Snow
We got the glass for sho
Get your mind on your money
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
thought
JK: In fairness
There was context to it and we
Took it out of context
And we had a couple of little kids reenact it
Which I didn’t think would be
got some bad news
Here comes the hit squad I got some bad news
Well it's the Boogie Banger at your service (service) my crew got
Niggas
Nervous
and make my goons march
Blow money like I'm Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start
Ten thousand ones, they're on the way, I'm 'bout to start tippin'
Ain't no sitting on the block
Cause i'm on that shit
Wierd car new glock
Finna blow on they shit
I be tweakin cant smoke
Mind gone and shit
And i
Flip it, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, your girl don't care, she a snake too
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