On My Way Songtext

von Lloyd Banks

Lyrics to On My Way:
Harlem World!

Yeah!

We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is!
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!)
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock, {PLK! }
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

Every fuckin' month I'm gon' be hittin' out the trunk
Hittin' out the club, sour D mixin' out the blunt. (whoo!)
I'm a playa neighbor! - I won't be trickin' out with chumps
Himilaya flavor! (yeah!) - Chrome drippin' off the front,
Front on me you'll be in danger, dead!
Call the ranger, red! - All on ya head
You'll leak and then it drain,
Yea I'll flame ya! - Tired of tellin' em, do me a favor
Let 'em know why I'm major! - Let 'em know I will Guage the
First nigga talkin' disrespectful I will check you,
Check ya self! - You ain't get no check since I done met you!
I'm special! - 38 flow, why would I wrestle? (why?)
I'll stretch you, and 38 more, I'm a professional! (ugh!)
It's "F you"! - Cause these niggas hatin' with no motive (yeah!)
Wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (yeah!)
We let the codes mold us! - Detrimental discipline {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
And those that wasn't listenin' convert to push-overs!

We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is!
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!)
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

Hard days and hollow heads. - Beds and model legs.
Look hoe! - We fuck 'em with' the same shit the bottle says,
DON! - You gotta spell my name capital, (ugh!)
Arsonist! - I don't spit like the other rappers do. (NAAH!)
You don't want 50 put me after you
Send a long shot from France, I'm international!
So keep sneak-dissin' and I'm smashin' you',
Harrasin' you! - You pro'ly ain't got enough gas in you!
Them niggas gassin' you! (gassin' you!) - Makin' a' ass of you (YEAH!)
I'm in the door with kush smoke in the tour (uh!)
But I'm in the mix! - Whole hood hopin' to score. (score!)
Keep ya B.I. low - before you see 5-0!
I got a beehive flow! - I'm a stunt till it stings, (stings!)
Since a knee-high or mo', I been a G. I. Joe!
Jackson! - I beat these niggas in line - .4-4 strappin' (.4-4 strappin'!)
You can pray for my downfall! - IT WON'T HAPPEN!

We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is!
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop, {DAMN! }
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!)
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!) {OOOHH! }
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! {HP! }

(Dank an Daniel Bachrohr f