Lyrics:
obnoxious now
Line it up to go block it out
Brother I just copped
A lot of this crop that'll prolly knock you out
Call the medic going code green
Good god bro
shit messys dangerous, ill be moven 8 balls like I'm rackin pool boy. I'm on tha phone wit tha streets on tha otha line kuz tha block hot like leather
da line
When they blitz he block for me
He watch for me look out for me
Im out here but not from out here
They got some crazy mothafuckas up out here
a song, this wasn't written up there
This was written somewhere down in the United States
Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
That them Niggas did you dirty and then females on the side
Or Anybody that over stepped or even try to cross that line or even try to block your shine
a Corner where the dealers keep
The street block fiends in line you
Always gotta keep that heat cocked
No start up money so I sold sheet rock
Vintage Foot
what love was
We go back like AOL, the old times
When the internet would block the phone line
Call me up, I pick you up in no time
Freshen up and dress
the flop AKs, no stock
F9s, no brock Step down, no crock
The meltdowns in the rock Beltline, wanna glock
Finish line, ain't a block Invest in time,
gotta prove I'm the best
But if you tryna find out
We can bring the lines out
All around the block and unlock the entrance
Full twelve rounds
When you get
of seeing these idiots on my time line,
Hit the block button and say next can't waste my time;
But now its my time.
Bitches talk they shit but be scared when
you wanna sip
Wanna roll too
Who got you niggas gas'd
On that O'2
Line around the block
For the whole crew
N they wont let you in
Say you know
What would I have to do
To get you to notice me too
Do I
Stand in line
One of a million
Admiring eyes
Walk a tightrope way up high
Write
of niggas hating
Putting a block on my shine
It's them same muthafuckas
Who don't even hit my line
It was Ham Block then
But them niggas done switched
Feel
line, I put her ass on block
Be at the stu in a minute, I'm finna make a stop
I just left Ruth Chris with your bitch, nigga
Somebody bring the toilet
the big nine
Crackin' the four, I'ma pull up a four line
Spin on yo block, get to bustin and no bezel
Hit at that car, tryna kill ya whoever
Me, K5, M4 with
right and wrong
Block after block, block after block
Rolled down gates look the same, different trips, different trains
Hey friends, break in
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin' a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin', with penitentiary chances
The dope roped
Born to push you around
Better just stay down
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground
Mouth so full of lies
Tend to block your
The same day, I’m seeing kids dying. Let’s put the guns down live and shine.
Live in your purpose because I live in mine.
Get off the block like
and then it's Vamanos
She said P, you got it popping you ain't regular
Then why when I, hit yo line, you block my cellular
And I don't know why, she so fine,
The block is hot, the cops is swarmin' a neighborhood heavy
While niggas off in the neighborhood sellin', with penitentiary chances
The dope roped
And the wind blows like a train
Taxis line up like a string of pearls
Around the block again
I remember everything and every windowpane
Every word came
the pack
Toss another bone in the valley, they gnash
(Toss another bone in the valley, they gnash)
Dead cars stuffed with garbage line lost blocks
Laughin'
You do what I like
Hit 'em with that one two combo (Hadokyen)
Flying over pyramids cairo
Pull up on the block so I could line hoes
I like my buyers
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