Lyrics:
you wanna pull up on the block with a nigga
And you wanna come outside with them killas
I can see it in your eyes
I get it, I spend it, I hit
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
cars, keep 'em by the lot (Nyur)
My Draco loud, do do do, gon' wake the block
(Pop)
Special ed, shorty
'cause the chopper love to stutter
'Boutta open
Use da two gat stash pack in da wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard
I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
Dope from dem
surviving 5 shots [echo]
My 45 got me fortified with live rounds
When shit stick
We plot hits
When our block spits
All hail
Out on bail
Wrath of 2pacalypse
switched on me
For the cash, shoot your ass like a sitcom
Have my young niggas circle the block
I prefer purp on the rocks
Caught by the cops know who I am,
calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sending me mail
Heard the block's in the same shape
Ain't nothin' changed
Niggas slangin' at the same place
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
on your block, I'll do a madness (yeah)
Just had another beef with baby mama
Guess that's another rack in Hakkasan
Know life's way too short to be out
to share my perffect world
gotta find them on the block searching for that good ma
take to her to the club with me and v.i.p. we poppin by
shoe fan lets know
hit my phone, say he want a brick for real
Word on the street, Slimeball got that fish scale (trap)
But I didn't know buddy homes, so I gave him whip,
your mind like they did Kennedy's
Closed casket ghetto boys world where we
Make the murder bracket high shore taxes
High by the dead beat daddy’s
she's nervous
Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains
I mean don't intervene with no gun machine
This block stay jerking
The feds stay lurkin'
Emerging
No sleep in the jungle
The rillas run Congo’s
I might just call up
P rock hit the block
And we all dressed like Rambo
Three piece the combo
Slip up
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got a nigga booted up
Yeah that booty got me high
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got
you walk, walk, walk, to my place
Yeah won't you walk, walk, walk, through my brain
Step by step, yeah
Step by step, yeah
Step by step, yeah
Step by
Soldiers ride, b.a.m soldiers die b.a.m
By any means
Soldiers end up where they want to be b.a.m
By any means
There's no lie b.a.m keep it tight
my shit wouldn't start
[Chorus]
So duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Ya gots to duck ya head they're rollin by, they're rollin by
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
alright but why you tellin' me this shit?
To make sure you don't mind
Uh-huh
Chillin' out while I hit it
Naww nigga, I'll just turn on the TV set
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
'bout to light a ciga-
Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun
Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute
I hit you
If they hit on you then you slammed them right back
Never keeping their cool it was up and attack
You should have seen you when you were eighteen
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