Lyrics:
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
his finger on the trigger and pulled it
And unloaded the bullets into the bullies skull
And the bully fell down on the floor and Ron shot the rest
Yo, N-O-are-E eatin'
Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot
is Human Crack, shit, I got work on your block
And they smoke it up, your label's like my coke
Shook it, cook it, rock it, broke it up
Sorta like
do?
Whatever? Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
My beeper kept beepin, the other numbers started leakin
'Who is this on my mind?' I was thinkin
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Lahcamo gone i'm up next
Up all night ain't no rest
Mark the spot there's the chest
Dj Khaled we the best
With my brothers can't fold
Remember when niggas
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
Verse Two:
Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
From Tucson, pushed the black Yukon
Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley
Stupid
Yo, N-O-are-E eatin'
Fuck ya'll, niggas get hurt
You know I rock a Soul Train wit' a Cam'Ron's shirt
Doin' cartwheels, all my niggas got Hot
Baby I'm blessed
God in my chest
Baby I'm blessed
My shooter a make you a target for less
If KD go Harden I go Ron Artest
Y'all niggas Ron Burgundy
Me
I look great
Looking Cam’ron when the cams on
Rest in peace if you got something to say
Dealt a bad hand, still came to play
I won’t fold, my game too
Back, on the block, so we can rock
With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop
Back on the block
Back on the block
[ VERSE 1: Ice-T ]
Yeah Yeah
It's that wolf shit no bullshit nigga
For all the niggas that gotta face time
Free the guys
And all my niggas that lost they lives
Rest In
by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline
The nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, it's flammable
My
with the family spin til they dizzy
Big money not shy with that glizzy he call up my phone I spin on their block with that drizzy
Lil glock and this
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
R.I.P Feezy, pourin' Henny for my past ones
Rest in peace to Ron, we still ballin' like you supposed to
R.I.P Jusglo and Maui gotta road to
Gotta go we
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
wrote son
Lemme see I'ma, it's my turn, I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'ma go in first then, a'ight
That's three songs and out, let's do it
Hook
Cam'ron
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
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