Lyrics:
Yeah yeah yeah
Na God dey carry me
Dey carry me
Dey carry me
Tizi
If you see me dey ball oh
No jealous me (Mehn)
If you see me dey enjoy oh
No
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
I've been goin hard
On my block I've been goin hard
On my block I've been goin hard
When times get hard you start selling hard
N****s jealous guess I
on standby
Waving just to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_!
they goin do wit me
Blue jeans, big blue Benjis
Uh, this lifestyle not new to me
I'mma
Hustla baby it's true to me
So the
Money stick like glue to me
sayin’ guess what
I made it that’s why ya so jealous
My time is so precious, get away fellas
Party people say, party people say
(Stand up) ay it’s a new
Tell me I'm cocky
Tell me somebody who think they could stop me
Told you don't come on this block
Lil pup you soft & 241 could get rocky
Thinking he
"Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny
realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money
Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic
He said, "You
want
Cuz i know she aint new to dat
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
They tryin to block my shtyle
Tryin to block my shtyle
But you
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
You start it out by puttin' on your old blue dress
And you slip your feet into your blue suede shoes
And you look up at blue skies through your pale
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
[sheek]
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers
New york city, know only
momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved me later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin'
Stitches
that joint'll let me bone like a skeleton
If you jealous then I get the stick and clap you, kid
Even on a laxative you ain't with the shits, bitch
'Cause every time I turn on the news
I see a blac kman gettin' cuffed by blues
It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick
In the daytime get bashed
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
The city’s so chill
I was born in '92 the blizzard was in '96
It's was a cold New York night and this kid
bad news, baring they souls through rhyming blues
Hardcore! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
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