Lyrics:
nigga, I'm concrete, you sheet rock
Cops tried to line us, they stashed coke on the weed block
If Bent was goin' down, they have to meet Jock
They
Electric charge comin' from the mainframe
I'm from where the phat beats stretch for mad blocks
My every little step set in a star,
Retina Scarred;
I got in
Hood Dreams
Having Things
Cash, Rings
Cars Planes
If I Was A God
I cook it up an
Put it out there
On the block hot
I twist it up
on the scene
Gotta' keep em' asking
But they keep on stressing on me
Saying you aint' got nothing on me
You can keep on hating
Put all my hate to a block
I done seen some shit like doc give me the codeine
Why you all up in my face you don't know me
Oh that block hot block hot show me
Shawty said she
through all these snakes, I use a fine tooth (I use a fine tooth)
Back to back them bricks, we in the line too (we 'bout to, swoo, swoo, swoo, swoo)
Back to back riding on they block trying to see where these niggas at
You got to watch who you call your homie niggas stab you in yo back
They say he
there were bright lights looking stylish in black and white for blocks
And blocks?
Some of the time, they proclaimed Ansel vapid
But they're fucking
the stock (brrr)
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block
My momma beggin' me to stop it
Smokers beggin' me to cop it
Out the pot,
let 'em see the spot
Next thing you know you lookin' for a rent sign
Upper echelon, bitch we skip line
I remember reminiscing in the kitchen like
I
to himself
Waiting for the axe to fall
And sometimes Lord I think that's all
When your head is on the block
And ain't no way for you to stop
You're waiting
on the same block
The weather keeps pouring, this dame's hot
Lil' mamma handle herself on the pole
I can throw some more fish off the same dock
Clouds
is bought
It sold to the highest bidder
Block-block bitch niggas number, never reconsider
I was born a god, but I finally got the picture
Couldn't
I got mad bitches on the car eh
Faded off the double cup
I'm spinning in the block ey
I got shorty screaming
On the ride yeah
I got people looking
store got robbed
Yellow tape was the moon every night on the block
Surrounded by the stars them dirty cars
Dreadlocks in the grill try to camouflage
Started on a corner, now a nigga 106
Heroin ain't quiet, nah, you can't quiet mine
I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine
You know I gotta
on his arm's and neck and across his heart
They throwin' up the block
I represent my part
It's a zoo I got more animals then Noah's ark
I keep the bottles
I’m caught in the fray,
Errors and warnings, they block my way.
In this code war, I’m losing sight,
Fighting through the lines, in the dead of night.
with my chop', I never got caught one time (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, bang-bang)
Guarantee you step out of line only one time (scope pon di block)
Enjoy
yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up outside of your block, girl
Come out, I'm trying to see you
I know I'm late, it's ten o'clock, girl
I've been waiting all
The silence is not really silence
Like a line segment is not a line
There are sounds in the deep emptiness
That only make me feel more alone
But
red wine inside the pentagon
Writing sinister lines till all the ink inside my pen is gone
Jeremy Lin got the world watching ESPN
My sick porno
salad tossed niggas (lil' bitch)
Always talking about what you got, so what you got
Always talking about you run that block, nigga, really, what
There once was a kid who lived just down the street
A quarter block from me
He shaved off his hair, put boots on his feet
And said this was his
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