Lyrics:
dandruff
I'm far from a new kid on the block, I hang tough
Was handcuffed to false pretense but they were out of luck
Released myself from captivity escaped
of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit
[Master P (Slay Sean)]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
No
base
Anytime and place
What? Like Janet, I slam kids
Harder than Sha-quille O'neal down to the masses
I take crews back to, um, hiphop classes
Because
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
so we could count the by the hundred stacks '99
So if you need word, then holla right back
I could sell it for cheap, 'cause I got it like that
White
shots and hip-hop
It don't stop, I riggity-rock blocks when my shit drop
Boogie bang banger, cock back the rap hammer
Bust grammar, I stay bent like
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
it's time for a new plan, bam
I'll be swingin' like a one man, clan
Here we go, turn it up, don't stop
To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by
on
Freak dancing in the backstreet
With our Glocks on
Hard rocks, hammers and heaters
They kept the blocks warm
Daily objective being gone before
The cops
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass
the blocks from the east to the west (west)
It ain't no secret, down south is the shit (down south)
Yeah, New Orleans gone, yeah, New Orleans fucked (fucked)
up and I ain't ever going back
They was hating on the kid now they all got my back
It's a lot of fake love I can't trust all of that
Demons
y'all be sparkin'
Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
(If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu)
Who the fuck knocked our buildings down?
walking the back blocks
Looking for a by stander that he could knock
He spots a guy about the same size walking in a hoodie
Walked up to him from behind
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
(Woo) (ooh)
Guess who's back? Back again?
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back
and roll tonight y’all
Might be experiencing a lot of pop shit
But the
Vibes is back! The prodigal son, Kid Cudi
Has returned! The vibes is back!
I know it’s
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
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
back they membership
****, you switched up, huh, like how you not feelin' me?
Look, I act like I care, but I don't really care
Now I live in a new
Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon)
World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world
Yo, there's brothers on the block
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
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