Lyrics:
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
Everybody a Mutombo, tryna block your shot
And trip you tryna make you fumble
They don't want to see me humble
Run with pride, pride of lions by my side
gone for a minute dawg (Alright yeah)
But mi deh yah back like karma
Lyrics bamb Asama (Boom)
Hotta than a lava (Woah woah)
But mi deh yah back like
with the blocks
25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways
[Hook]
[Thanks to armizzle for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Dave for correcting these
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
your sister, rape your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you're facing us, block off a 30 block radius
I throw more blows than boxing
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
Block block
All my shooters fully auto strapped
When my shooters aiming better duck
All my shooters waiting on a block
All my shooters pull up
Ion gotta post when I brag or boast
Cause you gone hear all about in my lyrics
Short nigga ball like Calvin Cambridge
My hoes get wax by my main bitch
I been cooking up raps, in the dungeon
Say a nigga ain't hot, y'all fronting.
Get the blood pumping, get the club bumping
Lyrics fly like boom, boom,
calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics
the kids from the block but we were never trapping, ha
Just some high wild kids from the suburbs
Outskirts of the city got us chasing bigger pictures
We about to have a block party
Tell your friends, we inviting everybody
LA CA to the bay
Head on over, drink and stay
Fellas bring your fly ass
Bloodsuckers with they hands reachin'
Cause my preachin' got 'em
Thinkin' I'm really eatin' so to speakin'
My lyrics got my breath reekin'
Yes, I your rap sire
Ayee
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Aye
Now I'm on the block
(Aye)
Now I'm on the block
(Aye)
Now I'm on the block
(Aye)
Now I'm on the block
(Aye)
Now I'm
You in the way or tryna get by
You can’t even take the shit you dish out
I’m not affectionate
But I hug the block all day, around the clock all day
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
Ayy, hit the block and sell drugs (woo, woo)
That's exactly how it was
Take the Sprite and take the codeine (and mix it)
And I pour me up a cup
Get
spittin' lyrics instead
Never in arrears ?? the cash
you being pushed out the block still coming in last
I let it blast so you niggas can feel
Fuck shady
Maybe even a city
As big as Tokyo
They can’t tell us to stop
By block, by block
Keep stacking can’t get enough
'Cause when we’re building
The sky’s
While the prez finger fuckin mayor Rudy Giuliani
I’ll run up in a rival block to make the cypher hot
She loved me but I left her now she on that suicidal
While the prez finger fuckin mayor Rudy Giuliani
I’ll run up in a rival block to make the cypher hot
She loved me but I left her now she on that suicidal
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
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