cause I love it There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like Filligan Don't wanna get locked
acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D, I shot ya faggot ass Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be
You wish you could play out So you could blaze, too Before I shout you Or give reason to doubt you I study shit and re-analyze everything about you My rhymes on
man, Missy, Twista, Sho' nuff Yeah, yo Don't get mad at me, I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em, I replace 'em with another one You
on the block creepin' Killin' the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin' Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler 'Cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six Then I
, okay, kids I was sittin' on the block, the other day man Some fine ass girl walked by And she was lookin', I'm lookin' back She said, uh, JD I love
our existence And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your Own two feet, what must be done? nothin, you shall die In your own inequity. I
your block You thought that I was crazy like a dog chasin it's tail And by the time I turned of legal age I'd probably be in jail In school my teachers thought I
you. No matter where I am, no matter what I do, I'm always coming back home to you. If only I had known what you already knew, I'm always coming back
I ain't tryin' to be a bully I just want what I earned He's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned You don't like me, yeah? Well fuck you in
spots? In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty Lloyalty comes free smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me, you
get 'Cos I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more I can give you more Girl, I can give you more I can give you more 'Cos I never met
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code Watch the stroll, little Ace A soldier that was born to roll I love God and you know I got soul To sell
I go - the kids wanna rock Around the world or around the block Everywhere I go - the kids wanna rock Everywhere I go - the kids wanna rock HEAT OF THE NIGHT I
? Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you You turn around then you shit on Shaq Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes He love
what now? Who niggas who run the block Catchin' you up in the barbershop Seein' you on a mountain top Getting dropped and getting popped You talk a lot