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Konvict music upfront 
Gotta get my block soad up you know me 
Gotta get my block soad up you know me 

Eyo gringo eyo gringo 
I heard you wan
[Chorus: x2 Ludacris & DMX]
Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (bet a stack)
Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)
Bet
his shirt, he opens up a cold one
Ol' Carl Dean's a fool, but it takes one to know one

Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues,
dirty-ass ho.
Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - 
magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes.
I just don't pay
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
Yea G-Unit

I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold
Clear then I shot the globe
I clock
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go

You can kiss your ass
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go

You can kiss your ass
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?

It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in
Hail by keeping smile
All you need to make it big
It takes some style

This is our last chance for goodbye
Let the music begin
Shining and souring
Blow that money like a candle block.
Blow that kush like a candle block.
(Ludah, astronaut, astronaut.)
Blow that money like a candle block.
(Big
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
[Chorus: x2]
I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes
Too many rookies, not enough pros
The game got switched on some Ludacris shit
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit
or sniffin some coke
I know by the time I finish this line ima hear this on the radio

[Ludacris]
Once upon a time in Kyla park
Where they live life fast
[Intro: Bone Crusher] + (Ludacris)
I-20 nigga (Break bread nigga) Yeah
Don't get skull drug (break bread nigga) Fuck nigga
What (Break bread
me in a bind
Amps juiced, the whole damn block could hear me
Even that cop car rolling past
By the time they hit the front door
I was out the back
[Faded]
I do it for hip hop
I do it for hip hop

[Ludacris]
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart
[Faded]
I do it for hip hop
I do it for hip hop

[Ludacris]
Now this is what they call poetry in motion
My soul bleeds on the paper, heart
one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, gettin' it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red-bottom sole body