Lyrics:
here to chill, but the cops wanna beef
Little kids, shootin' hoops on the court, playin' horse
All the young bucks, rocking new gear, try'nna floss
Really we just spit the facts (over here)
Really you just wouldn't last (over here)
Yeah
Look
New kid on the block, a Smith & Wesson in my locks
Old trauma manifests to new pain
And pain manifests to dreams of a new range
He knows about the struggle, he knows about the pavement
He rose from
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
on the bench
Why you sneak round with your friends
You diss me you dissing yourself
Cause ain't no kids around on the block
By 13 we grown enough
I Break the law
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
When I'm up in Oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
In L.A.,I max out real
me, my divisions like Arthur's fist: it's clinched
Dream house is a tour bus
Scream loud like you knew us
Deep down I'm the new plug
Y'aint bout
the block but the block ain't hug us back
Took a trip to Miami that March (uh)
Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (uh)
To meet up with a kid
You can still find Ev on the block
Somewhere between a hard place and a rock
My dresser draw gun under the socks
Nothing fun about shooting one
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin'
the trenches Hope the medication stick
See yah brother one minute then he Dead up on the floor
You rapping...hopin...tryna get on Tour
It's yah one way out
take number 1 grossing the top tour
This what I was posted on this motherfucking block for
Not here to stop whore grab my pen start begin let my thoughts
The sun won't come out on your asses tomorrow, cuz I'm bad news
And you better fuckin' pick your kids up from school, cuz I'm comin' through like a killer
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
Kong
I need stock and it gotta be Pippi Long
Can't stop, won't stop boppin' like Diddy's song
My next tour, it got eight legs like daddy long
I'm
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
Whipping round a foreign I ain't talking Toyota
Racing round your block like I'm at the Daytona
What the fuck you need? What the fuck do you want?
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
on their new shiny electric bike so expensive just call the bank. Call the bank! In front there's a box for the kids to sit in. For barna. Helmets gliding
little Timmy
He was bright and polite, he was always real friendly
He was young man, just Fifteen
Used to always see him on the block where the kids be
in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot
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