Lyrics:
Hail by keeping smile
All you need to make it big
It takes some style
This is our last chance for goodbye
Let the music begin
Shining and souring
leisure
To be Greeted by an abhorred demeanor.
The teller sternly snitches,
“Can’t you see this is a place of business!
We don’t need your noise around.
trying to blow up
No love, not even no lust
As you're trying to bust a rhyme. You're out of time, no verse in your mind
Writer's block is a fucking shield
candy paint, sprayed by that Eddie
12 coats of that clear lookin' like some grape jelly
My paint's drippin' wet, my slab is superb
Park the truck
Once again relax, it's just music
Niggas right here, show you how I do
Niggas right here, show you my crew
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
From burners to murders, to money and girls
Even down to music 'cause when I drop, my shit sells
I'm from P Block, I'm from P Block
Where you put
of Pop
We've no doubts about it
(No doubts about it)
His music pumps up our heart-beats
We'll always stand by him
(Stand by him)
He's the man we've always
what type of music make it better
My crew banging two blocks like shots from a Berretta
Snub nose to the hoes with problems I suppose
Honey you gotta
Whip
Finna Drop
On the dash
For a cop
Day
Self
Clock
All this game
Ziplocks and big blocks
Whip
Finna Drop
On the dash
For a cop
Day
Self
Clock
All
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize my every single move
But then I realized I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise when
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
they grind,
The meat and bone of the mind.
We gather here on the block (spacious thoughts)
They key broke off in the lock.
I'll meet you down by
Hey man I know that you like what sounds like art
And I know that you like to groove
Recently I've had some writers block
And I haven't known what
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
sound all in your section
No question
The Scienz of Life, don't confuse it
Aiyyo if it don't sound right than it ain't music
*indistinct chatter by
(Maybach Music)
You scared to die nigga?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they
Spin a wheel
Wheel spent
Bending blocks thru the city
Music loud
Niggas wild so I keep a Glock with me
Member never use to have now a nigga got
on the block where we played
Knew I should have been there to this very day
When I found out the news I didn't know what to say
One person left for me and that
not
Wickedest MC alive from the block
I know they wanna but they
Can't tell me I'm not
Instead of tryna tell me my bars went cold
Should be tryna tell
Nigga dont wanna stop
I got a stop sign make em stop
Look like a lunch line on the block
Dive in that pussy fuck it belly flop
Nigga dont wanna stop
Put on that drip get fly
Slide on the block leave homicide
Brand new glock who wanna die
Choppa bring heat like summer time
I dont cap i keep it
the block and you know what I do
See me in the block and you know what I do
GD with no manners
Every music is a banger!
All these niggas steady hating on me
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