Lyrics:
its back to the block (Aye aye uh)
If rap don't work
If rap don't work we gon hit that motherfucking block
We gon' trap it out we gon hustle by any
just a act
If the feds snatch me up
Just know my lyrics all cap it fucked me up
I heard that shit said O'Block
Get took off the map
Man y'all niggas must
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad!
Squad had em opin'
Had his bitch scopin'
Sittin' by the bar
Sippin' heinken's totin'
Pinky
Don't you know that I'm Goat Huh
Been the man, not a joke
Never fold when my back against the rope
Calling shots on the block, getting praise like
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
since my 2 cents
Are a nuisance
Nothing new since I'm a stray
And im that way
Because i dont like to be hurdled by new trends
Im simply A
Far away maybe
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Ha!
Young nigga jookin' on the back block
(Back block)
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
(Hands hurt)
Foreign door, push got
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
of funk the freak, so fuck the foreplay
Del has been ordained to terrorize your brain
The diagnosis, the show business bogus
My lyrics lash out, like I
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
Sun Tsu by: QuinFlow
I destroyed myself so I can find a new level
No limitations in my circle while I'm stacking up medals
Don't give a fuck about
nigga never wrote lyrics
Don't play with me like fuckin' WWE
Cause I ain't got time for gimmicks
That choppa just make him run track
Like the fuckin'
went by they'd
Get a little bit older and a little bit slower but
It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by
Someone who's always umpteen
Two thirds of the world turned victim
Subtle energy, they capture and block chi
The unseen violence behind the democracy
Some call it hypocrisy
Turn
save 'em
While gettin' pimped by the industry until they fade 'em
Writer's block re-up, aye
I guess I gotta get some shit off my chest right nah, nah
I
Yea, Let em know da business, listen
$moke Dizzy, feel me
Now I been chillin at the spot, ridin' low on the block
Bangin' screw, lowridin', we
Praying on my downfall
I don't think God hearing you
Blinded by the jealousy
Let's see it with a clearer view
They don't know the lingo so
They don't
In the streets, where the beats just bump and throb (ayy)
Under neon lights, we don't see no cops (nah)
Speedin' by, feel the bass from the trunk
the demographics I tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is
search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin' for
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