Lyrics:
a done one
Big gun like I'm huntin', my cousin was chopping them onions
Move that shit straight out the oven
Went on the block made a hundred
Went
the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, yy'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink
D-block (true indeed)
Double R (yes, true indeed)
Desert Storm (true indeed)
Sheek Lou', where you at? (True indeed)
Ha-ha, you know how we
D-block (true indeed)
Double R (yes, true indeed)
Desert Storm (true indeed)
Sheek Lou', where you at? (True indeed)
Ha-ha, you know how we
bro's telling me he got his earnings wrong
We just take him out now his trap line's gone (ring ring)
Yo Py got smoked no bong
And I'm tryna smoke man
girl
That's my little twirl girl, you know she loves the blixky
She gonna spin the block for me, she gonna get the squad for me
She gonna line the opp
Shurup-Haze, weil nur Umsatz hier zählt
Lunte gedreht, Lunge verklebt
Acht Joints am Brennen, bevor die Stunde vergeht
Heute S-Line, damals S-Bahn
Yup, it's DJ Envy, power over everything
Let's keep it movin' (Uh, uh)
I did a lot for my niggas
I pull up on somebody block with my niggas
In
arms
We was 16 when we had the opp
Block looking like Tour de France
Assist bro like a through ball
I done it and I left no trace
That's why they think I
niggas off the block
I guess I sit right there and listen 'cause he promised me a lot
He on the line, Mr. Lucifer
You need to change your show up,
If you run
Sit high as I ride on rhymes
Every line's like life on line
Like life on line
So every time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life
[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em'
slap your head off your shoulders look like a milly rock
City cops inner city trappers on city blocks
Flicky pop faster than Calabasas my city hot
we bounce like
(Busta Rhymes vocalizing)
Can't stop 'til we knock off your block
Mami watch the flyest
Nigga winning purposely, i sloppily mop
or the prisons
Talkin' with my daughter
I learned to listen
She's studyin' law, I told her
"make firm decisions"
This is a prism of Hip Hop realism
From the block
Lil' nigga 'round make them take me serious like I'm six-feet-nine
Better stay far away and keep security, 'cause I'm on your line
Fuck with mine, you
Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
D-Block nigga, we got work
That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
You ran
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right
Brooklyn at?
Remember we
Remember we
Remember we
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where
As true as you and me, there's a mayor on every block
of little children
Waitin' for dinner, they entered then exited
The earth split like dry flesh and then engulfed two whole blocks
The roofs flew off like
trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head
my feet
10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch
3 days a week, we work out at Crunch
Time after time, line after line
Our stock increases, rhyme after
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