Lyrics:
crownin' me King of NY
I'm the one and only Godfather, one through three
Pardon me, but I was raised in the projects
Forgettin' I wasn't the only object
holdin' dat
Face all on V-H
Paid great till this day
Been in love wit the mic since Run D-M-C "Walk this way, Talk this Way"
Cause I'm gangsta
that by any means
Remember, I ain't have nothin
Empty pocket jeans
I used to wish upon a star
I had project dreams
They wanna know
How a young nigga be
ass
And when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go
[Z-Ro]
I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do'
I got five percent
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
Shoot ya videos goin' fuck ya groupie hoes
Talk dat shit like da hood don't really know da hood despise you
I kick it wit da same niggas use to bully
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3,
niggaz talk tuff, den bleed da gangsta out. When u talking money never speak da amount ya own homies Onda low plotting to take u out. From da trains 2 cabs
Dat‘s a firnes I gotta keep puttin’ fire in
You don't wanna war gangsta
Built like I crush Ford Rangers
And face off with well oiled tankers
I lived in
sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by niggas blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
(J) these
drinking coffee out their mugshot
Yeah my mothers taking pictures at the stop sign
Started pimping butterflies inside my stomach (Kdot)
Had no gangstas
ya hear me now? Can ya hear me now?
Say, say, say, say
Due to the situation politican codes
Let the hoes move the loads and watch y'all rose
Man, dat
The batter ramming slang the rage
I got my games from project floors
Weed, dope, and dice by the door
Crush anything that'll cause a threat
Talk
[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
shade her
I keep it gangsta dat bitch fuck wit gangsta
She stay on her knees but not into her prayers
Ah ah keep her in y’all prayers
Don’t fuck
plottin
Peepin' Tom's in my home
Lookin in my window
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al
America's most
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
disappear
Weh u gone, nobody know ????????️
Me dash you weh like postinor
Me use me flow and flop dem show
2000 gyal by 23 dat is a goal
Cya control
Still the Truth up in these streets
And still all by my lone
Incase they wanna think it's something weak
Yeah I hear they like to talk
Cause they hate
Y'all know what I'm about
Never needed shouting out
Can't up by my lone I just took a different route
Now she here my song and she come up out dat
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