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Me and yo down your block, block
Gimme, gimme more
Turn it up make it knock, knock
(Sexy boyy)
Gimme, gimme more
Me and yo down your block
is a habit"
Yup, we'll do da burn up the place up in the hood
One of them things I have inherited like a ghetto man should
Thing is smokin' weed,
Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December (aaahh! {2x})
Niggas better know my M-O (M-O)
From Houston down to the NO (unh hun)
Came
Looney Tunes..... Subelo al maximo (Turn it Up to the Max)
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up... Subelo al maximo
Daddy Yankee a turn it up, turn it
must be brunch (turn)
You're involved? Can't be much (turn, turn)
Where you from? Must be cunch (grr)
Take a look at my block and look at the 9
the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin' this (pump, pump)
Blam blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to dem shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
the wickedness
So shut the fuck up, and listen while I'm kickin' this (pump, pump)
Blam blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to dem shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg
Mack-11 hit the block playin'
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin' from the Feds
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
Me
ain't from Cupid
We leave man dead in the Five, all clueless
Them man wheeling up our tunes
I was on the opp-block, tryna wheel up a booting
More time,
with the {niggaz} from the ditch
And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs
Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day
Who
Four in the air, deuce in my blunt
Blast like the rockets rollin up gruntz
My stunt double gon shoot with the ones
Come on the block bad news for ya son
name (D-O-double-G, pump, pump)
The behavior and the flavor that I found
Makes me wanna hit that ass up with the Dogg Pound (pump, pump)
Blam blam,
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
profession
What we reppin'? Better tune in
On the block I was never the new kid
Ain't no feelings my heart stay cooling
Hearing them shots movin', now we
baboon, oh-ohh
(Thugger!)
Rag top, nigga, fuck around and say
Shot up right up your block, (Shot right up your block)
Every time I pull up to LIV, I'm
baby carriage
Married my Mack-11 hit the block playin'
Only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin' from the Feds
Puttin' peanut butter on the walls
get shot,
Pow-pow-pow from a coupe to a drop BEEP
(cocaine) big guap, nigga 18 bands will get 1008 grams of that block.
Fresh up out the pot, I call
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
boy turn up
Turn up boy turn up boy
Turn up boy turn up
Turn up boy turn up boy
Turn up boy turn up
[Chorus]
Lord have mercy, and pity on ya son
From
get shot,
Pow-pow-pow from a coupe to a drop BEEP
(cocaine) big guap, nigga 18 bands will get 1008 grams of that block.
Fresh up out the pot, I call
cups
Came to turn up a bad bitch? Hold up yo ice n' cups, ice n' cups
Every single o-p-p better lay low cause we clickin' up
Uh oh somebody don' dropped
the nigga settin the trends
And yes i hopped on this beat before one of the best from that block made it a trend
And no we don’t fuck with set da trend
black boots
Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)
Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause
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