Parkside Coalition

Lyrics

[Intro] Can't you see? You ain't a real emcee Your style ain't meant to be You can't mess with me Tonight Me and vulture Haha, but, yo, on the real tip, on the real tip Rest in peace to my man Drastic, you know what I'm sayin'? Brad, Courthen, you know what I'm sayin'? All the people that passed away Check it out, son, no question, check it [Verse 1] New York, New York, big city of dreams A lot of crack fiends from Brooklyn to Queens, schemin' on the green Bodegas stomp, big grind and represent the town We keep it real with the hands or the four a pound I got love for the whole city It's kind of tricky, but I don't carе abort enough niggas with Parkside is wherе I'm strapped 'cause I'm a struggle (What?) Protect your neck 'cause I be comin' for that juggle Asked your little brother who's the mack in junior high? If he don't say it's I, then we soon to die I got this locked down, I rock the crown with the rawness I'm flawless, grippin' up New York with the cordless It's necessary, click fast sittin' in the hery (What?) Rappers step up and get buried in my cemetery 'Cause I proceed to keep it movin' with the quickness (Yeah) Let me get inside your body, I'ma six [Chorus] Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside [Verse 2] Now we in this, all odds on the family business If it's a snake up in the cypher, don't leave no witness Into my sons, y'all sit on the guns and watch the funds So we can split this cake and let them crab niggas bite for crumbs We fade dues, now we travel like bad news This word around the world like the lines of latitude Got attitude, I light this mic on fire Rap's black Messiah, if you don't feel us, you's a **** liar Forever shinin', yo, half of y'all shouldn't be rhymin' Fee like a class diamond with bad timing, uh You out your league, you in the minus, we can't divide us Parkside us, bring the drama with [?] grammar Too god, my black Reborn, got your back Is you ready for war? Well, is you strapped for black? No doubt, you play hard, you get your whole joint scarred It's only two brothers left and that's me and the god, what? Meanwhile I'm floatin' like Dom Pérignon Smith brothers, we holdin' this down like Genghis Khan [Chorus] Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside [Verse 3] It be the C-I-R-T-Y, collective mind A diamond in the rough, that'll forever shine (Shine) I stay fly (Right) I represent, you get rushed with A+ Hampstead, that's the ground where I be holdin' it down Me and my clique remain anti, stay coherent My visuals detect fake shit, you transparent I could see through you, run through you, then remove you Stack the cheddar, Don P, liquors is better Well, I possess the raw style You niggas didn't know about Time to get paid for this trife life I live out My four-four explode'll blow through you, ho composer Nice to know you Yeah, your shorty must've told you ''bout the lightskin silky-headed soldier On some bullshit with the tip of my tooth and my shoulder I dominate and demonstrate on how we regulate A+ stand on northside clan participate [Verse 4] Time to motivate, stackin' my ones in large figures With dreams of either pushin' the Lax or act bigger My team hustle, doin' they thing, study rings [?] fit for a king, the finer things Just another everyday situation Drugs, sex, money, and thugs drew the foundation It's the hard times, the crime life we're livin' Caught up in the game, half a million is what I'm feelin' But chillin', I'm just chillin', so continue illegal earnin' Lay back and relax, proceed to keep the weed burnin' [Chorus] Man, I'm from Hampstead, close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, as close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, as close to the shack from parkside Man, I'm from Hampstead, as close to the shack from parkside [Outro] Yo, yo, yo, latch-key child, you got it goin' on, B, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, check this out, y'all, we gettin' ready to go into another joint, right? Yo, I Right now my head is blown over that joint just now, I ain't mad at that