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rhyme
And it's not just New York City kids
Rappers all around the world get pretty biz
We got Russian rap we got German rap
We got Swedish rap all

I really died before came back to life to God I want to try some more
Ran off on the plug called back I want to buy some more
Fuck that everybody I

these rappers who sucks
With their hoe, hoe, hoe, hoes and the sluts
Old school flow but feels brand new
I'ma chip of the block and already paid my

Blood Pressure

The LOX

We Are the Streets [Clean]

2000

around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha! 
Yo, yo, yo...

[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da

later
Same neighbor calling the Jakes
Everybody on the block got a 401K
And vacay at lake homes
They worth 401K
You can tell they got green
By gazing

This ain't for everybody
You know who y'all are
Yeah you, y'all know who you are
These are our heroes, ha ha

Let's hear it, one for the coons

through to make the set boom
And cause the homie Coke La Rock came through to grab the mic
And cause everybody from the block was in the spot that night

AB with the teas as I rap on the track
Young Trendsetta here yeah guess whose back
Garcon laced out with a fur to match
Couture level hustle make

Trap Money

Flame

The 6th

2012

Trap money good but the wrath only pilin'

He say he paid the cost
To be the boss
He want that new Bent
Top off
He say he burn the block hot

World Takeover

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 2

2006

subway your train of thought gotta run through
I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show
Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow
And nowadays

and goal
In new balance I was gone chase it
Till I found out money and love done go
They don't love me they counting my favors
Remember them days huh

She was the flyest thing on the block
Long hair to the socks
When she walked by man everything stopped
The hustlers watched, they tore shots her way

Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop 
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world

and X hop on the 4
We heading back to the block
Bout a week after the tape dropped
On call with Brad and Josh
Conversing on where we take this

Run the Line

Peanut Butter Wolf

My Vinyl Weighs a Ton

to punch up the flexcode 



Verse 2: 

Heaven forbid 

I rip kids, get they face blown 

Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload

Too quick for ya, killa on a block, boy I'm hot like a new clip on ya
Posterize ya like a news clip, Headline: “cin't Nobody Runnin' With The New Kid

got to quiet down
You would never catch a white kid, or hot water, or a grin on my side of town
Grew up in a place of hate like section 8 everybody

by ya lonely and you wonder where ya crew went
Dey gettin money its enough fa everybody
I'm focused and im tryna figure out what's going on in a world

This the start of something new
That lil boy mama moved from the east to the south finally grew 
And it’s fuck everybody like porn stars in a room

home, she seen it gone, knew the risk
turn on the TV, city news lookin' for clues
but months later, the time dragged on and caught up
it's comin' back

believe it’s ‘88 and I’m crack
You can tell the shit’s mine
By the navy blue caps new York Yankee fitted
The Bronx was the beginning
Where cats got cement

Whatcha Know About That

Willie D

Play Witcha Mama

featuring Sho 



Verse 1: [Willie D] 



As I roll through the motherfucking inner city 

27 years and the block still looks shitty

to punch up the flexcode 



Verse 2: 

Heaven forbid 

I rip kids, get they face blown 

Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload

Fat Tape

King Sun

XL

1989

a party, but it had to halt
Pass of my tape, and it ain't my fault
Went back for the box I came to get
Bought new batteries for the fat cassette