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fuckin' up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops

What's the meaning of this?  I must be dreaming
Everybody's ?? when I see men
that, nobody's listening
And it ain't that, nobody cares*
It's just that everybody's busy looking out for what is theirs

I'm a hustler,
New Kids on the Block, sucked a lot of dick
Boy-girl groups make me sick
And I can't wait 'til I catch all you fagots in public
I'm a love it (ha ha ha)
at 380 (everybody duck)
Niggas look crazy
B-blast at 380 (everybody duck)
N-niggas look crazy

Me hit the block with my 3-ad
Them niggas ballin'
the mistletoe we go, we go

Everybody's singing
All the bells are ringing out
And it's Christmas all over again, yeah again

And right down our block
Little kids
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
living phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losing focus, on my block

Living life is but a dream
Hard times
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
of my 9 
Get up 
Cause it's time to make tha pay back phat 
To my brothers on tha block--better stay strapped black 
And accept no substitutes 
I
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
shots and hip-hop
It don't stop, I riggity-rock blocks when my shit drop

Boogie bang banger, cock back the rap hammer
Bust grammar, I stay bent like
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
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo

Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
New York the city that never sleeps 
Bodies covered in white sheets are layin' in the streets 
Shit gets deep as we creep up the block by the kids
barreled" Meth, "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" 
"We back, don't test" Raekwon, "Bring it to em proper, potnah"
"Comin' from the thirty-six chamber"
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
my thing
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul 
all them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no
cribs with kids and blow wigs back
Police is grimy, lookin' like "try me"
Ready to lock me up, ridin' by me
I just put my game face on
Five of us
the mistletoe we go, we go

Everybody's singing
All the bells are ringing out
And it's Christmas all over again, yeah again

And right down our block
Little kids
out loud, for no reason
I use to take them cans back and collect them nickels
Trading garbage pail kid cards for sweet pickles
The whole block used
ear
Yea, we're at the airport out decline from the block
Where everybody air-forced-out
With a new white Tee, you fresh
Nothin' phony with us, make
Back in the day,
Growing up in Hollis Queens New York,
I used to play in the day til the day got dark,
And everyone around me knew everybody else,
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than
can't breath
Move you off the block
The unorthodox general
Flash flood when a crowd
Patrol jakes for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than