Lyrics:
rag in my pocket match the blood in the curb
Hear the shots in the hood but can they feel it in the 'burbs?
Turn on the news, get seduced by the words
at everything that we visually see us having
Ya dig none less
I left the block with none I sold it all
I told you I come back home with the rent
Quit blowing up
Turn a night party to a day party
Turn the day party to a block party
Turn the block party to a house party
It’s going down yea
It’s going down aye
naked you get slayed
Swerving in a new range
All blacked out like Bruce Wayne
Karate kid no Liu Kang
So what these haters talking bout
Flyer than a jet
and pretty girls with washboards ...
Lakota Sioux Medicine songs sung by Rocky Mountain white kids
Thirty different bands playing from the Grateful Dead Book
above me?
Aunt Becky and two more fucking
Kids now live with hubby
Now because this hot talk show
Thot got knocked up
Then my top floor block is her
got word
That I came from education and my cell got searched
Got caught with a phone, I'd just come from the block
New kid in the jail, but he's one
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 a bunch
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere and I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my
A little tiny kid, with a whiney sense, it's behind me shit, now I rapped my ass off
Everybody else better back off, gotta snack on these tracks watch, me
this is starvation
I fight back cuz it's time for retaliation
New kid on the block nobody believed in him
Always on the catch up everybody leaving him
wasn't slick
I wouldn't have wrote you
And now we on to the
Next 'cause that's old news, gotti
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know
Broke kicks on the wire
The kid is so nasty with it
Copped a new Benz and only
Paid half to get it
I'm a gorilla that had to get classy with it
Your dumb
to the news
The blocks had chose to make amends But since nobody went all out
When I got shot to go avenge
Ain't no muthafuckin block gotta say on me in that
High end high grade I got high taste
Smoke an ounce of Cali by the blunt back at my place
Keep a Voss bottle by the bed just to hydrate
Or mixer if
Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' sweep
Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?)
Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?)
Ayy, swervin 'round with cake
the blocks blown
My phone does my head in, I could never leave the trap tho
Everybodies shottin stone am stil tryna get this dog sold
We got a team fulla
to the kid now that's What he wanna grow to be
Hanging with the thug niggas
In the backstreets
Not knowing about the flip side With that reality
The broken
hang by the backseat
I know you had boys that would chill in the backstreet
I been a dog so don't pat me
Because most the time I'm not proud
You getting
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
The girl's possess by the basehead demon
Chorus
(mc lyte)
In elementary, lyte had the jordache look
Like me and any other kid who cared about books
But then
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
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