Lyrics:
n***as (I slap)
I was from the block
But I was not a block n***a (block)
I was in the trap
c lil less hot n***a (less hot)
I was scheming on a summer
Line them up rob them
Where Waldo at, spot him
Found him HA got him!
Don't fuck with niggas ruckus
Spin the block fuck it
Bust the Glock buckets
Smoke
Rambo
I'm urhighness
Remix
Put it all on the line, put it all on the line
Fuck with me nah don't call me crying
Can't trust nobody, ain't worth my
lines in it
Get the fuck up out my circle ain't no line in it
Had my bitch invite the ops to the party yeah they dying in it
I quit watching family guy
the game up for ransom
Down the line he bound to slide
We rey get that green
I'm steppin in
They let us in
Need thirty racks to get seen
Uh same block
Wit
lines
I don't know about your ooters but I'm proud of mine
Mop shit, brody spinnin' blocks with a chopstick
Drop shit, nigga, hit the floor like
love in the alley
Dead bodies in the alley
Got the dogs, barking all night
Which means everybody passin' through ain't nice
Look down the line and you
killer for mines
Free all my guys
You get outta line
Put shots in yo spine
Let’s hope that you wise
They thought I was pussy till they saw the 9
I got the guu i dont suace drip see these diamonds how i flaws b**** tryna line me you be lost b**** nigga come and try me hit the off switch i go
see what you want
Swerved past the block in that new Redeye
I parked the Maybach by the park
And I jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now
got Trelawny roots
And Westmoreland all in my vains, that shit was grimey too
I paid my dues on the blocks where they hate to lose
Hated on the most,
your block
(Straight thru your block)
Straight thru yo block yeah that's where we be heading
I don't need protection my words are my weapons
I keep
the leg
Line him up with ten milly then hit him in his shit
Fell in love with the money aint tripping bout no bitch
This a automatic chop ain't tripping
Mommy, Daddy it's Sonix beezy
Plug yeah
Ay
Steige aus dem Bett zieh die best shoes an
(swag) hummer und Steak in nem Restaurant
Hitte den Block und
None of my nigga can’t work no 9 to 5
We came from nick’s and dime’s
On the grind, on the grind (yeah)
We stay on the grind
On the block we serve them
clothes, I'm the face of it
I told them hoes to get low, I'm the face of it
I put on the bros, I'm the face of it
Drove the Maybach to the block, I'm
day I put my life on the line
I'm out here
If a nigga need a lick on some 'dro
I'm out here
I got weight and I ?
I'm out here
On something old
I dump mine on fake niggas one time, wack bitches rap snitches my life's a punch line, I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded vicious cars, da hoes,
soldiers haters fuck you {fuck you]
True niggas on the front line ready to squezze
Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these
soldiers haters fuck you {fuck you]
True niggas on the front line ready to squezze
Bitches think before you speak cause you don't want none of these
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]
I just wanted to use computers
i made it to the finish line first but lose a loser
i wanted to watch so i turned to rocks
like medusa the block
Your numbers blocked
If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop
We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks
Got a nigga
Yeller, a pit bull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin' the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
Double R and we get
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