Them block parties in the projects, and on my block You diggi don't stop, sippin on that Private Stock Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini had me puffin on that buddha gettin buzzed, cause there I was Had my homies on the hill gettin ill, when shit was real Went out to steal, remember Raw, with Daddy Kane when De La Soul was puttin Fresh show, with Ricky D and Red Alert was puttin in work, with Chuck Chill Magic, FLASH, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin hell but, that didn't last Eric B. Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old school "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me? "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation yaknowhatI'msayin? Nuttin but love for the old school Yeah nigga, bitch.Here we go we gonna send this one out to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island ~this is serious business.~ Yeah, microphone mafia. Bobcat in this motha fucka boy.īig up! Big up! To the criminals. Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha fuckin dick up. Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme mine like I told ya. Got my hands on my glock, eyes on the prize. You know what time it is wit me once the clock stike 3. Comin through like Terminater 2.īoost your crew cuz we ain't afraid of you. And oh, pop this vest and all the rest of that mess. Can't afford it? Low budget hoes gotta brother. Make more money than your father and your mother put together. Cuz baby got, baby got back out this world. When I approach, I want the diamonds, the pearls. What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger. *Na, that's just a hoochie looking for some juice. Where you at? *On the freeway, deep in LA. Feel em at me wit they minds on they heaven Wit they. Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny.įeel em at me. If Trenton don't get cha, pops gon' kill ya. Chorus repeats- Punk bitch, how ya like me now? Can't fuck around wit the funky style. What's in a name? What's in a name? Peep game. Me and Threat made a bet on how many fellas Would jack a motha fuckin real nigga cuz they jealous. But fuck wit Tupac and pop goes the weisel. I ain't big, I ain't buff, I ain't deisel. Tell me why they, tell me why they, tell me why they play me.ĭon't these niggas know that neiter one of y'all can fade me. Couldn't be my sister if she actin like I missed her. The fame can't change what the game maintains. But if I don't know, I gotta fo' fo' fo' ya. If I don't represent the shit, I'll kick it. How ya hang em? Know a realer nigga? You could bring him. Even if my shit flip flop It probably wouldn't stop. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit.
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