Lyrics:
"iron" the uniform
Under the bed that's where
Everybody ironed their clothes
You get two uniforms
So you keep one under the bed
For your visit, so by
the block by myself
So I proceed to be by myself
And every time I get sad
I'm in the zone all by myself and
So I gotta' roll by myself
And I don't need no
We'll spin a nigga block, only two deep
Nigga ran out his socks like his new feet
Mini Mack got knocked, but he loopy
Wanna see my whole block livin'
goin' nowhere fast
We sent out demos but everybody passed
So one day we finally took the plunge
Moved out to Seattle to play some grunge
Washington
dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "Damn; I'ma be
politicians
Supported by the county
Your kids act up
Send them up to county
Their kids get out of line
Community service
You moved out east
Now everybody's
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
(stay down)
Welcome to the Brand New Underground lets Go
X2 welcome to the new world now
Some fell off gained more somehow
Some still mad cuz others
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
have ruined this
I figured you might've moved on to these newer kids
My extra, extended hiatuses
Who would've thought you woulda let me get away with
Spinning the block niggas was spinning the block
I heard they watching my ass
Brand new chain
I just walked out of the swap
I aint have shit on my
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
Fashawn:
(It’s Capital, baby….it’s only gon get better)
We was banging like an African drum
In the back of the slums
My skin black as my lungs
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
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
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
matters
Arguments are pointless and nothin's gettin' better
How is it truth if everybody's got their own version
Made in the fire, that's why my heart is
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
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
don't IG it
Jumped off the porch back then, when X was stacks, and smoking mid
69th and Ashland, used to stay right there right by the field
Loco he
the block peaceful
Right hand reaching back, towards the hand of my sequel
He, watching the world holding my thumb
Early morn my new eyes in his face notice
grams
Like 99% of the block strugglin' for a grand
Grandmother diabetic insulin gets injected
And little kids neglected
Cause parents livin' reckless
I've
dare anyone to say
New York ain't my home, bitch
'Cus anywhere I go
I let 'em know where home is
Right back on that New York shit
Like it's something, I
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