we'll find out sometime Maybe we already know Mm Who knows? But anyway it's all about moving on And striving and growing up And learning keep keepin' on
Translation: New Kids On The Block. Intro- Face The Music.
why ya can't walk It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit Flowin' with that music nigga
popped; his chain with a frown Left the clown with' his stain on the ground. [shot] [Chorus:] In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody! Niggas'll run up on
done popped the desk And got the chop on his neck from when he knocked Celeste It was a slug, drug, he pressured everybody on the block Some niggaz know
me like, elevator music Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage All A&R's, bling-you-fit(??) If life's a bitch, I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker