Lyrics:
a trap kid
Baby's Block kid
This ain't no circle we ain't rolling
Copy cat shit
They copy my moves like a stencil
New kid on the block and I make this Shit
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
all in the mix
From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks
It can only lead
a new Gator stepper
Must have been mad
When your ho put my stuff in the dash
Bust in her ass
To climax I come up with a nab
The game don't stop
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove
'Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
Bang bang look
houses is as big as they want 'em
How they ran up them muhfuckin' commas, look at lil' Dominique
Livin' like we in a race
I might come in first
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal
We're the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're the talk of the town and don't you think we're not
For we've found love
its right
But you know that it isn't
Like saying you did
But you know that you didn't
Bullshittin
You bout to get treated
Like kids in the kitchen
For
may have missed
Waiting for freedom day Twiddling thumbs around a rule of six
Shouldn't bat an eyelid look they threw a bat in the mix
A new dawn
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
house
Get the fuck out my house
(Aye aye bitch)
It’s about time you kick bricks
Left her forehead with the white kids
If ya homegirl want my dick
Tell her
the first time
Kids in my block going
Loco they busting through my front door
My two piece pretty polos
PJs with the loafs tho
Kick me round the block
[voice in background]
Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my area code
All sorts of episodes in my area code
Where the blocks explode, where
Who am I Who am i
I say I'm the new kid on the block
I took my shots and I never looked back
A lot of rappers lost focusing on the past
But
Cowboy, Whiz Kid, Punk and Buffy
Eazy-E sugar Shaft, Prince Messiah, Donald D
KRS-One in the house, you know how we be
Comin' through straight from
news media, the politically correct and the enemy of the people, who not surprisingly hates the show in general and me in particular, by once again tell
opin kid
Stop frontin', you know we got cha opin kid
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this motherfuckin' rap
So an L never new to me
Fell into the foolery
Your favorite rapper in the back
Well move let the students see
I can tell it's all an act
I can
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
City on back like a new sweater
Im tryna die in a house full of hoes
Sheesh I feel like I'm like Hew Hefner
They tryna think how to out rap the kid
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