Lyrics:
Yup, it's DJ Envy, power over everything
Let's keep it movin' (Uh, uh)
I did a lot for my niggas
I pull up on somebody block with my niggas
In
arms
We was 16 when we had the opp
Block looking like Tour de France
Assist bro like a through ball
I done it and I left no trace
That's why they think I
If you run
Sit high as I ride on rhymes
Every line's like life on line
Like life on line
So every time I sit, write rhymes
I write rhymes like life
Lil' nigga 'round make them take me serious like I'm six-feet-nine
Better stay far away and keep security, 'cause I'm on your line
Fuck with mine, you
slap your head off your shoulders look like a milly rock
City cops inner city trappers on city blocks
Flicky pop faster than Calabasas my city hot
you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it ain't my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If i get caught
Then again, one fuckin dumb-dumb can make your heart jerk
D-Block nigga, we got work
That old school grey shit, uncut, got niggas pops hurt
You ran
we bounce like
(Busta Rhymes vocalizing)
Can't stop 'til we knock off your block
Mami watch the flyest
Nigga winning purposely, i sloppily mop
or the prisons
Talkin' with my daughter
I learned to listen
She's studyin' law, I told her
"make firm decisions"
This is a prism of Hip Hop realism
From the block
[E-40]
Don't cha' know...
Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back
Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,
Fuckin' em'
Brooklyn at?
Remember we
Remember we
Remember we
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where
As true as you and me, there's a mayor on every block
mad
The same old nigga from the block
The same old nigga with the pot
The same old nigga from the trap
Everybody hated on him, then he bounced right
of little children
Waitin' for dinner, they entered then exited
The earth split like dry flesh and then engulfed two whole blocks
The roofs flew off like
the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head
tele', nigga, soon as I touch down
Spit lines to split spines, just to get mine
Big behind bitches gettin' dick to spit shine
Sniff lines of coke,
my feet
10 days a month, my girl pays for lunch
3 days a week, we work out at Crunch
Time after time, line after line
Our stock increases, rhyme after
trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
the rhythm hit em
I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system
If you were them, you'd best prepare
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
all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain't got no mistress, but I know she think
we hit him with some
Let him be hard, get beat like a drum
Pull up on yo' block nigga, like what happened
Shot on your block for thinkin' he
cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull
Shawty keep calling my phone
Blinging my line but I aint got no time for her
VVS shining on the watch
I'm so official can't even see the time on it
line
Cause she tryna' get dick for the weekend
I'm stepping in shit you never could step in
Just so you know that we not equal
Yea this shit gon' run up
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