Lyrics:
A third floor walk-up...
One block east of Chinatown.
She walked by my window,
while the rain is pouring down.
Looking in she sees the easy money
18 On Da Block {Instrumental} by BruceDayne | Trap Bluez Production
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Killing the block
Yall killing the block that yall on
Repping the hood till its gone
You think that its on but its off
Yall killing the block
Sittin' up on the roof
Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney
Checkin' out the moon
And the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt and he
Drapes it
broad day
By a craze lunatic with a gun
Who just happened to work on the same block in a library book depository
Where the President would go for
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
dope everywhere around the block
You can smell it you can tell it by the way they talk
Somebody stole five for gasoline
Who told ya, who told ya
Oh, damn!
Oh, damn! (Oh damn!)
Ooh, damn! (Damn!)
Ooh, damn!
Girl you know I'm looking at you
Something like an angel when you're walking on by
Sexy
(Always, one step ahead
We let the block spin)
(Always, one step ahead
We let the block spin)
Always, one step ahead
We let the block spin
Always,
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
got the block locked up
"Na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They
caretaker, this creator
Servicing purpose to other creators
Rhymers and beat makers
Blessed by the internet
So I'mma start this war of art
Before they rip
Catch me beating down ya block
Beating down ya block
Man they like that boog beat knock
When I'm beating down yo block
Beating down yo block
Man
said "Watch out, 'cause you know the hoes will trap ya"
To the block—to—to—to—to—to the block
Don't know why, ay, ay, ay
To the block
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
, Block me out
Block, Block
Dont want to be shaken by you
I dont want you baby
Block, Block me out
Block, Block
I won't keep my guard down
So now you do
lighters I'ma fire plus they gotta aim
I just left the title game
Don't they drove it trying to block me
I'm surrounded by this dollars
Big bank take
to see the block in peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops, the only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up
and round your block
That's me, you know
Driving myself crazy
And when you hear a rustle or the back door squeak
Turn off the lights and go back
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not, how can I not
How can I
just walked up the block
Raised a few eyebrows and then she went on down alone
Now, won't you batter down by Baton Rouge, River Queen, roll it
of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for
You can torture me
With Donnie & Marie
You can play some Barry Manilow
Or you can play some schlock
Like New Kids On The Block
Or any Village People
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