exactly Don't you ever say You don't like the way you are When you learn to love yourself You're better off by far And I hope you always stay the same
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
the truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'm a keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating
foolish, I only talk about jewels Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same
tryna holla at my dog and the number ain't the same I guess new homies came with his fame But see true homies will stay the same Through all the up's
tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same I guess new homies came with his fame But see true homies will stay the same Through all the up's and
rhyme Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons Season change mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the
talk about jewels (bling bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude
(feat. Redman) Uh.. Come on [x3] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let
taunts, bad talk "Can't stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk" {Muthafucka you - } Now a niggas out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Can't stay
of a business man I gave, new niggas a chance, to see what they was saying And kept a spot on hot, West Coast on lock Big Dizzel knocking down your block
ain't no harder than mine I put in more work than you on your own block I know that you lyin' I got one hand on the wheel other hand on my nine Bitch
set your sights on my position, I'm way out ya division I was grindin' while you was tryin' to figure out your division I'm sittin' on the block and watchin
Jeff) You know parents are the same no matter time nor place They don't understand that us kids are gonna make some mistakes So to you, all the kids
yo! [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old
