The Stuy ft. Crisis Lyrics

Karma always gon

Spin the block

Don't matter how much

Pain you put in

How much blood

Sweat and tears

You put in to this game

You do dirt

You get dirt

And right before

You reach the top

They gon snatch it

From you

What ya block got

This one hundred round drum

That's why his block hot

Everybody saying clock in

When my clock stopped

You on paperwork

You no good

We are not cops

One click he move foul

Thats a drop box

Brooklyn

Time to re-up now

I did it for the love

I knew the money

Would come 'round

Heard a couple rumors

Opps mad cuz I'm up now

Greyhound bus down

Now we get bust downs

Only get in touch

When I touch down

Yeah you know

I keep nines

Opps wanna creep bye

Still yelling free size

Least my

Respect in the street high

Peep vibes

On my A Game

Spitting B sides

Besides ain't nobody

Fucking with each line

Palm sticks

Searching for ya dog

Like I'm John Wick

Calm grip

Convicts common with conflicts

Got em convinced

Cuz they talk it

But they ain't really on shit

Outside

Call The Hitters

They gon slide

Don't lose ya life over pride

Lose ya life over pride

I Spent Cold Nights

On the grind

See the pain in my eyes

That's from living in the stuy

Living in the stuy

See the Pain in my eyes

That's from living in the stuy

That's from living in the stuy

You can see the pain in my eyes

You can see it

That's from living in the Stuy

Keep a pole

In these sweats

So I walk funny

Homicide detective

Can't wait to use

Chalk on me

Starved hungry

Bed stuy took a part from me

Made an imprint on dollar signs

Like it's marked money

Real shit

Look

You see my block get fatal

Labels only watch us

Cuz we stocked the table

See I got my own drip

So I don't watch for labels

3 p's of Gumbo

Now that's da watch appraisal

Fuck it

What you mad 'bout

Looking for a hand out

He ain't tell in court

But he chatting up on

Vlad couch

Cops on the tube

Everybody getting tagged now

Panel in da coop

We gon hide it

In the stash now

K lo k

My celly ring

From Medellin

Down to LA, Queens

Move anything

By any means

Yellow tape forensics team

Drawn with a stick

But the cops

Gon sketch a scene

I never lean

Outside

Call The Hitters

They gon slide

Don't lose ya life over pride

Lose ya life over pride

I Spent Cold Nights

On the grind

See the pain in my eyes

That's from living in the stuy

Living in the stuy

See the Pain in my eyes

That's from living in the stuy

That's from living in the stuy

You can see the pain in my eyes

You can see it

That's from living in the Stuy