Lyrics:
nigga come up and pull up on your block
Want a rich nigga come up and pull up on your block
Bum bum, tell her get out that Honda (let's go unh!)
Girl
on the block got an open case
Shut up niggas get shot and catch an open face
Harsh reality, we livin' in survival mode
The hood taint, ain't nobody livin' by
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got
spar witcha
Get it on with the pawns somethings just off witcha
They saying they ball with us
I'm showing the score difference
Dont be fooled by
(Tha, tha, tha, tha)
Schnapp' mir die Neun-Millimeter
Ich lade sie nach und ich fahr' durch die Blocks (Blocks)
Frankfurt am Main ist die Stadt
not going anywhere, anywhere
I'm in this for life
Like it or not
You will have to drag me by the neck
I'm not gonna bail
Writing on the ceiling
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
Block Beaters
Make my dream real
Bl-bl-bl-bl-block Beaters
Moving at the speed of sound
With my head up in the clouds
Moving at the speed of sound
got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Britney Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
Destiny's Child: (Kelly) Don't punish me with
Spears:
Barricades, can't block our way
J-Lo:
Don't punish me with brutality
Destiny's Child:
Talk to me
So you can see
Destiny's Child/Britney Spears:
Riding through the hood it's the same old story
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy-dealy
Standing on the block when the spot gets hot
Guaranteed
don't believe in helmets
And pull up on any block, swervin' and poppin' wheelies
Aye, we believe in bikes, we don't believe in helmets
And pull up
outside all night lookin' for a come-up
Might grab your homie just for ransom
I'm on the block and the junkies say I'm lookin' handsome
Old school
money over here
Them bottles on the table
The weed in the air
Your woman starin at us
Them haters ice grillin
Wu-Block, you know we in the buildi
there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin' the block just me and my mini-me
Did it and lived it, grinded here
Cops fillin' wit' my
[Intro: see-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Let
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny Hathaway singing on the ring tone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
be puttin it down
Everything we do be blowin, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (n****)
He keeps it wicked by
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin' them knots
Lil Uzi rockin' them shows
fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close
I'll spend in a minute (Blow it)
All this money in the way
Niggas ain't in my vision
(I don't see 'em)
I was really on that block
I came up from nothin'
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