Lyrics:
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money,
opin!
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don't front, you
other leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT: All right; we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR: Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT: Oh, oh, I see, running away then. You yellow
care
And I'm feelin' like Rapunzel wit' it
You got a new born in ya arms? I hit stick
Make you fumble wit' it
Torture you while the children there
I hurt
IT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TURNING ME INTO A HIPPOPOTAMUS.
CARLY: RHINOCEROS.
MISS BRIGGS: (YELLING AND POINTING TO THE DOOR) GET OUT!
CARLY: RIGHT.
CARLY
done done at all
But I got a lot of stuff that I ain't get to do yet
I fucked up, I ain't make it through school
Wanna see if my kids gonna make it
guns
We've got
Merciful Plastic Bastards
We're not
'Cause
We've
Shot
The New Kids On The Block
Hey
We've
Shot
The New Kids On The Block
Strung em up by
clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it
and see
What you doing doing doing
There's a new kid in the block
New Kid took the long walk
New Kid busting made no move but I'm gusting
New Kid New kid
it's like a club or a set
Hip hop's the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle' niggas love to forget
We got til it's gone, you think you on, you
Overdoser, you know the product is raw, right?
Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white
Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup
Sorry no
a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser
be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to they name
And claim some
Century Fox
Little Glocks
Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin' blocks
Rich lifestyle
Spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Sun it still shine
ting... new stuff... puff-puff-pass, I need fresh merch fast, I need dreams that last, I could use a new past, yeah, give me a new past, just give me a new
these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's comin from
Catch us swimmin with these sharks now, you rap
kilometre stuff, what
do you think you are, bleedin France? No thanks very much, I'm right here!
Anyway, Flight of Icarus, doo doo doo! Flight Of Icarus, my
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
For we got love and happiness people envy us you see
a D-Block near you
Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk
Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
birth control pills
You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change
You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange
New eyeliner, you was
be
(So what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers bringin' fame to they name
And claim some
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