Lyrics:
on the pedal heavy
Most haters in the game hating just to fucking upset me
Slice through these critics shit like i'm jason's machete
I'm spaced shit
Right off
know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just
Stay tuned new kids on the block
Make room, Hip Hop 'bout to turn a new leaf
And I stopped tryna hope things change
It made way more sense if I
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
broken glass
I'm swinging
give 'em the Heisman (stiff)
Nigga be talkin' 'bout slidin' (woo)
I screw the tip and shoot 'em in silence (grraow)
Brand new coupe, no mileage (woo)
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
bang
15th and Lenox, 9- tre
They do they own thing
In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block
Dog, he move that water shit
He like the network over
damn it was all right
Back in the days when I was
Back in the, back in the
I'm not a, I'm not a
I'm not a kid again
Back in the days when I was
Back in
your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one
Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's
The name's Carl, Brutananadilewski
Rolling two deep, 2 wycked in my 2-seat
Live in a house by the aqua teen kids
With oil in the driveway that looks
stress
Nothing positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty
plucked
Pass the purple stuff, whoadie
It's time to get swerk up on the block, 1
000 grams on Hogan and Kirk
We in them t-shirts and doo rags
Females all
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
the smith & wesson gotta good grip
Doug , Brent , Matt all in my spliff
Posted in the east tryna see if a fuck nigga slip
Link me right now bitch i don’t
drawing near
Compelling clichés become clear
As 2021 disappeared
And it appears
That you got a new flavor in your ear
New favor
In a new year
A New you in
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
.45's and gauges, MAC's in fact
Same niggas'll catch a back
and sipping stuff
All that pain up in my mind
I'm smoking just to lift me up
You still got your life today
Yeah it's time to live it up
How you play the right
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
yourself, now walkin' by yourself
Now you see what we're talking about
Swing it in, swing back out
Kids rock out the house there's no doubt
We gonna
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
motherfuckers running in and out of the crib
Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff
Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together
I was tryna make
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
New York, set it off)
Yo' ha ha ha ha ha yo' yo'
(LS in this biaatch)
We in the motherfuckin' west coast right now
(Westside) word to mother, my nigga
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