Generation X
KingLaw$$$
GENRE
[Intro]
Yes, uh-huh uh, yeah (Nothing but the streets)
What, what, uh-huh yeah (Shut the fuck up, world world)
World, world, world, (World Premier, ay world world)
Yeah, uh (World World, Premier Premier, uh-huh)
Yeah, uh (P-p-premier Premier)
[Verse]
I'm so habitual, cutting off a bitch like traditional bliss
Hit and miss, like medicinal threshold on my pivot
Unconditional, I don't sweat it, I knew when I met it
Way way back had a knack for rap and smack critics
Better get a back to pack your battery
In the war, you might as well be a casualty
Actually I'm gonna bring it back to the factory
Bank notes and [?] in Kinkos
And just the other day I converted my pesos
Taste buds love the taste so, talking Ramadan
I'm a Don, with my house in the city all long
Not a sit in, but to have a pretty long run
Pretty big move, but I'm pretty much done
Shine bright like the sun and then I'm out
Remember you got the cable box in the house, yeah
[Chorus]
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
[Verse 2]
Yeah, having flash backs to the 90's
Claim I'm in the place where nobody can find me i-
Gravitation pull with the groove so slick that I never made news
Playing pool, you can find me on Main Street
Selling CD's, DVD's and the books so there's money in the bank account
And your mama's syrup all over the pancakes
I wanna cover up the cut like band-aids
Smoke reefer, love how it pump through the speakers
You wanna talk money, but there ain't enough people
Stuntin' your Evil Knievel, own out the hustle
[?] Not at all, We are equal
Higher than a bird, a plane or an eagle
Spittin' illmatic, I'm a hip hop addict
Digging in the crates, y'all wanna be a great
But I just about had it, game is so fake
35 years running, coming up with words
But it's just a bunch of nothin', what we getting at?
The real world, gotta get paid and I'm wanted everyday
Gotta take cover, but stay away from shade
Grinding, I came out perfecting timing
You know how the stars be aligning
So recognize, get so high, in this life I be guessing
Get it right sometimes, keep it elevated, elevated
Keep it on the floor, don't know now you know, ha
[Chorus]
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
[Outro]
Yeah, roll the 97, whole squad in your area
Yeah (on the mat)
[21st Centaury Fox audio]
Yes, uh-huh uh, yeah (Nothing but the streets)
What, what, uh-huh yeah (Shut the fuck up, world world)
World, world, world, (World Premier, ay world world)
Yeah, uh (World World, Premier Premier, uh-huh)
Yeah, uh (P-p-premier Premier)
[Verse]
I'm so habitual, cutting off a bitch like traditional bliss
Hit and miss, like medicinal threshold on my pivot
Unconditional, I don't sweat it, I knew when I met it
Way way back had a knack for rap and smack critics
Better get a back to pack your battery
In the war, you might as well be a casualty
Actually I'm gonna bring it back to the factory
Bank notes and [?] in Kinkos
And just the other day I converted my pesos
Taste buds love the taste so, talking Ramadan
I'm a Don, with my house in the city all long
Not a sit in, but to have a pretty long run
Pretty big move, but I'm pretty much done
Shine bright like the sun and then I'm out
Remember you got the cable box in the house, yeah
[Chorus]
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
[Verse 2]
Yeah, having flash backs to the 90's
Claim I'm in the place where nobody can find me i-
Gravitation pull with the groove so slick that I never made news
Playing pool, you can find me on Main Street
Selling CD's, DVD's and the books so there's money in the bank account
And your mama's syrup all over the pancakes
I wanna cover up the cut like band-aids
Smoke reefer, love how it pump through the speakers
You wanna talk money, but there ain't enough people
Stuntin' your Evil Knievel, own out the hustle
[?] Not at all, We are equal
Higher than a bird, a plane or an eagle
Spittin' illmatic, I'm a hip hop addict
Digging in the crates, y'all wanna be a great
But I just about had it, game is so fake
35 years running, coming up with words
But it's just a bunch of nothin', what we getting at?
The real world, gotta get paid and I'm wanted everyday
Gotta take cover, but stay away from shade
Grinding, I came out perfecting timing
You know how the stars be aligning
So recognize, get so high, in this life I be guessing
Get it right sometimes, keep it elevated, elevated
Keep it on the floor, don't know now you know, ha
[Chorus]
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
If you don't know who's shit this is, nigga you better think twice about the Brick City Kids
Puff mad in, fuck who you are, breaking down pools that's sold by superstars
[Outro]
Yeah, roll the 97, whole squad in your area
Yeah (on the mat)
[21st Centaury Fox audio]
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