Lyrics:
the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Stuck in one time, Free patrol the block
Get avoided by the government
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
Well we found love
Memphis, but she just walked up the block.
She raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone.
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River
Took a lot of L's made em W's
In love with the money I don't gotta choose
Came from gutter you just got the news
Wanna block my hustle I could blow
people want to fill the world with silly love songs and looney tunes
And some got sad songs, mad songs, and moody blues
There's good news
As of lately
I've started recognizing my blessings
Instead of waiting on shooting stars
Because I've never seen one that's loud enough for blind kids
need to take a bath
Erase the charts we must remain on task
What I'm seeing is the game's, tied up by 2 chains
The groups face being clogged up by a new
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
All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch
A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top
Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block
Tattoo it
guess new homies came with his fame
But see true homies will stay the same
Through all the up's and down's in your career
A couple wives few kids
of Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin
Son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub
With the bitch flappin
I'm planning to take over New
York then start
decline
I need you by my side
Cuz you my lil baby
Put you in new Mercedes
Got all these bitches crazy
That's why they actin shady
All blue text got damn I'm
are blue
You gotta come through
cnd there ain't new faces I ain't gotta fake it
Every time someone walks my way
The liquor is cheap
Why would I ever
they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty-year old lady with groceries
There
in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty-year old lady with groceries
There goes cheese,
They used to tell a tale about a man on the block
Had a long grey beard and Jordan Twos he would rock
Sometimes he'd switch out Bally other day's
split, kid
If ya step to me mean, I'm zestfully clean, ya nitwit
Meticulously delivering every insane syllable I can conceive
In order to achieve
Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By far, we got a dose that life was hard
A Spanish we were close
And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple
Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool
We got along, we all knew right from wrong
By
Damn I really gotta vent today, I do
Times I feel like I'm the man, at times feel blue
Kill my demons now I'm feeling so brand new
So should you, ooh
we're two of a kind
So sister, I'm keepin' my eyes on you
I betcha think I don't know nothin'
But singin' the blues
Oh sister, have I got news for you
make ends meet
Gotta make time, gotta get a grind
Gotta push the line, HGC, no A
C got the block hot, you keep runnin'
Cops say "freeze"
Blue pill, red
head
And break your new bond there's a plan in place, it ain't yours, it's God's
So you calm down a little with the words from your mama
Weeks go by you
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