Lyrics:
Ron-Loc started moving for dre
Humans listen how I’m gone watch
What the fuck I say
I’ve already detoxed Im ok
I threw my smoking drinking
And popping
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
swimming
Me an payy Rex on that henny
bitch on that block like Jenny
45 poking out my skinnys
Rich nigga eating Dennys
Trap nigga no I ain't friendly
KingKush, Forestcity (Forestcity)
On The Block
Representing For all my niggas
On the block (Fosho)
I pledge allegiance to all my fallen Niggas
by spring trees
The peacefulness and the beauty of it all
Let my soul rest upon You
Let my soul rest upon Your heart
As my worship touches heaven
O
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I tried to pretend everything was fine
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was
headed straight to the top, niggaz
Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga
Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz
D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz
Young drugs,
feds had indicted
And my mother
Her nostrils wide
Too much of d-rugs left her hospitalized
We both was arrested
Stars of the block
Her by cardiac
Me by
never sober
Cos when Im sober
I'm thinking over
I stay alone
On my own
To rest my soul
To rest my soul
To rest my soul
To rest my soul
To rest my soul
not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take your life, your soul is mine
If you're on me, come
the strip
Through the closeup from my waist, the ? burn on my hip
What you know about that? 20 deep swormin with gats
Whaaat!?
[Cam'Ron]
Killa Killa
the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get
live, I-I'm still alive
God thank you for my punishment, it made me wise
It's time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It's time to buy back
and thugs
Phone taps and plugs
Rats and bugs
Stacks of dubs
My grandmomma good
I block through my hood
I stopped by da store
I rolled up the good
I growed up
them Stones Cold
25 Years but my soul old
That Glock hot that account cold
Card crackin' yo account froze
Niggas stuntin' like bike shows
I'm really
and Range Rover cats notice"
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
"Ron pass the gasoline, " -- the nigga
by my side
I'm retired, hang my jersey in the rafters
Forget rapping cash is what I'm after
Being so clear as I make my great escape
Enjoy the rest
that was so mean
I threw it in my name
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus
the rest (Hey)
Yeah, my life's a mess (Hey)
So think twice before you try to
See what's inside my head (Hey)
Any time of day
I'll punch my fist right through
to the crib, don't make a sound
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block brings peace to my soul
Shoutouts on my block, shoutouts
when I see the cops
Hold 2 much chief, got keef in my sneak, ya
Ima beat the block when I see the cops
Ant dumb, GO dumb, like the homie Keak da Sneak
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