to this now dark to bark now Mad as that pushing the whip You ride up the block sideways that's cool But can you mobb that ol' school [Chorus] Can you mobb your ol' school
trey Still tucking and letting the fo' spray Still ducking where ever the po's lay And still fucking, and making them hoes say, WHOA! ...And I know Fed's seen The old school
here, nigga it must be me! [x2] Is it the shades? Is it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin' on glaze? What
strapped [chorus] Some Hot In here. Nigga It Must Be Me (x2) Is it shades? Is it jaze? Is it the bentley with full color waze All old school setining
Mr. Millometer He's one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk You know that old school bitch she like
bail I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don
The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know one of your victims was a three year old
on thats right I gots some niggas in my click that make they muthafuckin' jaws tight now Go niggas wanna get on thats right I gots some niggas in my click
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) To old school cats that call gats toolies
the gappers And that's why Ice click was it First name St., last name Tex Hair brothers in their name Murphy Key Slow had a mass, Sidia Ali Old school
: *shotgun blast* *old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all
: *click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed* *phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga
you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me My tennis shoes Gucci, old school pea soup green Jean Lee suit on Beaver, clicko champagne Friday the
: [Baby] Yeah We gon go old school Ya know what I'm sayin If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout the way we do this here this is a cash
forever We been together six months, and we ain't argued yet She lovin a nigga, steady buyin me shit And don't say shit when I dip with my click And understand
that ain't even made But hanging around them fools I had to get down and join the click see Cause i made so many enemies from clicks off in my city
a chip off the old block The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block [Chorus]
