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My Block - текст песни



My Block


(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)





[Lil' Flip]


From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look





[Chorus]


From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips


From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips


And if you don't work, then you don't eat


I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets





[repeat Chorus]





[Lil' Flip]


Late night, if you don't work you don't eat


That shit is fo' real


You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills


Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O


We don't believe in police, cause they too slow


I had to do what I did so I could get what I got


You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block


You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'


You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'


You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff


You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff


Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff


Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff


Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up


I got dreams of seeing all my money double up


I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed


If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat





[Chorus]





[Crime]


Do any niggas wanna step to this?


I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip


Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship


And I ain't even bring an extra clip


Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip


We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit


And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice


Your final notice, ready to die


Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high


My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie


Eight sounds tha best high


I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip


Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit


You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip


My glock cocked, yo' block drops


I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots





[Dante]


Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out


I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South


Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga


Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas


Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze


Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave


And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me


Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9


I'm livin' now while I'm still hea


Fuck it when I'm gone


Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on


We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want


Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous





[Chorus]





[Godfather]


We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers


Down South they lean, the East be never sober


Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus


I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice


You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused


Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious


My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses


Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish


After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this


Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius


Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels


Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle





[Lil' Flip]


Look, I stay on my block


I get paid on my block


It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block


I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock


If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block


I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block


Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block


I hang on my block, they know my name on my block


And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block


I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block


You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block


I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block


7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block





What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh


Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo


block, nigga, we do tha same..thang



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