Lyrics:
beatles
And I don't care about your race, skinny or fat neither
You come for me I'm coming back at you with mad ether
I do this shit for all the bad kids
all that shit back in the day
It's total, total lack of self-respect on his part man
[Verse 1]
Surrounded by all these little piggies
Round a pool
believe how many times the city erupt
I became the biggest talk of the town, second to none
The new kid on the block and the fresh air in they lungs
My old
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
became a factor
A biggish kid with glasses I bet you can guess what happened
But then time passed by like 3 years later
My image was transformed by what He
was selling Jenny by the block (By the block)
There's a couple pennies for ya thoughts (For ya thoughts)
R.I.P Tennpenny what a loss just for me to make
you. Remember
parents, kids don't ask to be born. So I'm tell this
story and it starts back in '88.
Yo, this nigga named d-rugs
My moms dates him
Swear
a lemon
Oochie Louie Findy, me and Sexy Cindy
Riding around the block as if I was in the Indy
Everybody pointing cause I am the joint and
They know
for 20 tapes
Family visit's I look forward to
And on my back I got a new tattoo
The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride
One day soon
Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, 9th
lost focus stayed on the right track
Never been hopeless had to run that shit back
Remember when they never wanna cut a kid slack
Been a real gift by
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
Everybody toting glocks
For the kids coming up
Be who you are
Not who you not
Own your history
Your past
Live everyday like it's your last
We got the same 24
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
fakin jacks don't max cause the block stay hot
Watch your back for the jeal' niggaz tryin to get what you got (true)
Count your dough slow, never flash
to J.F.K., news spread he's back in town
Even police warned him not to be caught lacking when around
But he couldn't miss the opportunity to ball
cfter
to grab it.
Rip the system to shreds, grab the braids in my head.
Everybody get lifted, remember the rhyme said.
This is your introduction to the new
happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just
and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited,
“Blaaatts”
Or walk wit' a new bop, we got some new pots
I see some 40 bigs, I blew off homie wig
And run up in his house and kidnap his only kid
the new doo wop
That thing was loud on the radio
We'd be on the stoop
Bumpin up Badu
Designed to get us high
But more importantly by
Cuz we was raised by
ain't rob folks
Some cats rob folk and still starve 'cause the niggas that they rob broke
If everybody at your job broke
I hope you find a new
understand them
Days go by living life, back then we knew the block parties, summer jams, yea that’s shit's still cool
I turn 'em up yea, cause that’s what
Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so
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