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the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
The wind commenced to blow, and the rain began to fall,
Hit looked, by grab, like we was goin' to lose 'em all.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
to work”

That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter
That quarter block
All about getting that quarter block
Started with the rocks in a slab
Then I moved up on the Ave
Hit them up with that quarter block
nigga put my name in a rap
Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot
I give a fuck about your squad or your block
Hit 13 had it hard on the block
[Chorus:]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog
[Chorus:]
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit 'em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain't from round here dog
to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
the fan

Just get by
However we can
We all have to duck
When the shit hits the fan

Soup lines
Free loaves of bread
Five-pound blocks of cheese
the house
It's all good in the hood hustling like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot skirt, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner
nigga put my name in a rap
Getting robbed on the spot at hard getting shot
I give a fuck about your squad or your block
Hit 13 had it hard on the block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go

You can kiss your ass
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go

You can kiss your ass
when it's time to flip

You only flippin' when you hit by a gun of mines
You broke and you want to shine, you in a dollar van
I'm in a oh-five G-55
again
Only you
And you alone
Can turn my stumblin' blocks 
Into steppin' stones

Well you stood by me
When everyone else had written me off
has amazed me
'Cause I thought the formula was to hit mainstream
And make it big—ba—big—big bay—ba—baby

So maybe the eighties made me crazy
I've
Well out sits granny, old and grey
She ain't had a kiss since I don't know when
She grabbed a stranger a-passin' by
She said, let's go daddy
a 40ounce from kem with liqueur
Slide by millennium book
One more spot to hit before it gets dark
Lake sure we drive
Slip till we slide
Summertime
a 40ounce from kem with liquor
Slide by millennium book
One more spot to hit before it gets dark
Lake sure we drive
Slip till we slide
Summertime
Then get my a 40ounce from kem with liquor
Slide by milenium book

One more spot to hit before it gets dark
Lake sure we drive
Slip till we slide