Lyrics:
I'm making dough
Smoking crow
Bad b in the back
Fuckin' with the snow (With the snow)
Yeah she hit my line
Say that she alone (She alone)
Yeah she hit
with a ill ego
For real, for real, ill lines, ill people
Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians
Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all niggas lying
a camper, and go take a hike
You can't mess with my mind, and don't tie up my line
You called yesterday, so what you want this time?"
"A-yo Premier (Yeah?)
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you
and wilted willow tree sits solemnly as its limbs talk
To the ever-present man who sleeps on open corners of city blocks
A pair of sparrows whispering on lines
Imma shoot my shot
In a new city
Got a new spot
Culture shocked
Cozy like crocs
Winters here
The Starks moved down the block
Down the block, down
pour a line of then drop
I cannot fuck with a cop
Bad lil bitch with the W.A.P.
Oh yeah
One day I was up on then block with my OG plug
I cannot fuck with
and lived it, and done it, hit the block
Choke a motherfucker out for trying to short stop
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking
you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice
10 on them cold blocks
And what you think we moved for
To see kids get killed in the school zone?
To see crack get sold, bodies turned cold
What you
Call-me call-me a shooter
Hard nose on the block
With the game on the line
Ima take the shot
A kamikaze penetrating
From the three point line
Hey yo I slid through the spot
About a quarter to nine
Hit my man ‘Crae up on the line
Ten deep and we walking in line
Sold out, all with Christ-like
Every March 9 is kind of disturbing
Im rhymer who's wording is urgent
Flow live we'll never be a Tie like detergent
On the block BM think of Pacs BM
A brick stone wall blocks up your escape
Can't hide or run away
A shiver running down your neck
Reminds you of your fright
He's behind you, he's
with zero
Now I'm seeing M's, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
'Cause niggas wanna line
fuck with mine, cross the line
My two 9s go "Bayah, bayah" when I shoot 'em
Korean motherfuckers was crooked
So niggas had to burn and loot 'em
Now
And I swear it's the last time
And I swear it's my last try
And we'll walk in circles around this whole block
Walk on the cracks of the same old
like the Nike line
Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
Statuary yo floatin' that snatch-uary
Ayo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass
spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make
Lil' nigga 'round make them take me serious like I'm six-feet-nine
Better stay far away and keep security, 'cause I'm on your line
Fuck with mine, you
off of the block, now we sitting with the kings
The bottom line is we made it here, they never thought that we would take it there
The bottom line is we
Fault, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be Downtown Swinging,
thangs with Jennifer, BM's with Olivia
If it ain't Vivica or somebody sim-I-lar
Comin down the block the suspense is killin ya like, wow
(You will be
the stack
In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the back, yeah
So, it's all grillin', how the fuck y'all feelin'?
Non-stop park killin', on the block
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