Lyrics:
you underground (yeah)
And to you pretty thugs (yeah) I blow ya chest up (yeah)
While you dressed up (yeah) my niggas vest up (yeah)
We on that block
'cause I put the title to the benz on the line twice
I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
That 9mm ruger to your knot shit
See the difference is
the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines
now you get it, better yet, with it
One come test me now
Tell 'em the line get it
And bit them off a chip or
The block or the wood
Little homie couldn't
rollin' up indo outta toilet tissue
Ain't this a bitch, some niggas are scared to hit it
Fool I'm with it
So phone check, nigga get the fuck off the line
with number nine, uh
Little brother, he servin' time
I just hope he don't even lose his mind
I ain't the richest but I'm in line
Speakin' of lines
put your life on the life on the line?
When it all goes wrong it's like you lost your mind
Don't know how I feel, they're like, "He must be fine"
Brrra (ey)
Lucry, Suena
Hehe, la la la la la la la
Lines aus Kristall, für die Dämonen Vitamin
Hellwach am Block, ja, mein Blackberry-Handy ist
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started
I was 17
Born on the side of town where them killers ride around
Pull up on the block with a block, gon tie it down
Pistol in his pants and he
thug from the street, yes, die for the cause
Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls
I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line
Slang
Just like me
You ready to die behind your block, just like me, yeah, yeah
If I don't pour certain lines, bro, I just can't sleep
He bought
on the tox' clippin' that clean
Holla on the block cause we under degrees
That's what about rep that A-P-T's
Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy
I'm that
the block and open up
We gon' die by that
(repeat)
Juvenile:
We raised up lookin' at trees and brick walls
Foreign properties and pack some menthals
soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in it's rare form"
[Carl Thomas] "Spend a dollar on some wine, hand my clothes out on the
Line, I'm ghetto"
[Raekwon]
(WOOP!)
[Missy Elliott]
Whooo,Take it ea-sy! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherfuckin ‘knoc'!
Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin ‘cops'!
Bow down when ya
(WOOP!)
[Missy Elliott]
Whooo,Take it ea-sy! (ea-say)
Cuz it's the motherfuckin ‘knoc'!
Hotter than yo' block fulla motherfuckin ‘cops'!
Bow down when ya
with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
out of line
It's a storm and it rock, rock, rocks my world
My Destiny
Misery
Your energy
It's invading my mind
And breaking the ice woah
I can't fight
stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin'
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just came
stretched like elastic
And what's worse I'm on front line, holdin' down camp, still mashin'
Heard my cousin, one of the old heads from the block
Just
with him (yeah)
He could get it (uh huh), him too, nigga go get the strap
Load it up, spin the block, I know where them niggas at (where?)
Where they
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