Lyrics:
How the fuck you doing it to me?
How you running over babies and these
Kids that is less than three?
And these women, pure fertile, fruitful
Tryna give
at me now, made it this far no kids
I'm beating my pops
I started beating the block
And niggas start leaving the block
Either that nigga dead or ducking
the truth, I pray you can catch it fam'
Jesus Christ can give life to a wretched man
Everything pricey, that same old shit Really don't excite me
Yeah my new girl gotta be icey
Pull up on your block it's gonna get Spicy
Everything
the water to poisoned foods you have no clue Were
Keep in the dark confused by tabloid news big butts and boobs
Got us all fooled the world is bitter
g-g-gone
I don't care
(New York, stand up)
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
Underground love my spot,
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
and v
And that’s when I knew it
You did it so easyily
Like it was nothing to it
This is not a video game
You cannot re-do it
Don’t you regret
like, I'm from Spain. Hiya Suaze. Give them a rifle spray. Give me the rhythm kid, and I can shred it like the credit. There, in the future, build
I'm old school bringing new shit
I be at it till I'm too sick
Say hello to the new kid
I'm like the new kid on an old block
Got my shoestrings untied
ends
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Old school Caddy or a new school Benz
Please, won't you tell me who did it
The illest motherfucker
Your
his reach and his potential
Rhymes gonna keep you alive, you live through
Universal - love and respect go out to Guru
It's a brand new year, you can
up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if
verified
Have your ass on the news like a headliner
On the block with the blower and its heads fryin
I used to pray for a blessing every night before my
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
know you lost yo mind you better find it
Don’t give up too soon I see you grinding
I can’t fail
I gotta go
I gotta go
I’m chosen
Not by man
But God alone
(How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot
(How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked
(What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot?
Same
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I
on yourself, I know you’ll get through
Cos the best version that you can be's the best version of you
That’s the truth
You don’t need 10,000 likes up on your new
creep.
Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?
Yo it's hot, what they got, 41 shots
(yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit
I got a new whip
And that girl wanna fuck me think I'm clueless
I might fuck her once and give her two kids
I just keep on grinding I need blue
a matinee and
We on the block hard, Allah said, "Rae, you made it"
It's Donnie, I get lots of bread, though as far as that block
I got it locked like
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three days had a great bid
Light is shinin' beauty
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