The Blocks
Verse 1: (Nature
Ayo, Auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol car
why's my chain so big with no job
remain so jig with no scars, infinite name
ain't it funny how the innocent change
used to be kinda quiet,
a whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
until the shit expire
learned to drive at age Twenty-Five, see I used to catch cab
smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tab
do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything to to hav
rock it once, put it in a hustlers pat
I got signed with no rhymes wrot
wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my shi
know my zip, 1110
pretend thug niggas own one gu
bust shots and don't ru
late nights the police don't com
and if you still don't know where I'm from..
Chorus
10th street (96th and Spellman), 12th street, Vernon (Queensbridge), th
pub, the hill (Long island City), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it'
real, the love (organized crime
Verse 2: (KL
Livin' life on the edge way bac
now I get money and stay blac
some find it funny, others hate tha
reason why the angers develope
put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the Nine I tot
bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got brok
police sli
Yo, yo, you see what they did
alot of money to be made, now they raid the spo
niggas engagin' to pop shots
aimin' to drop cop
the block's hot, niggas on the roofs of house
there's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figure
the Bridge blossoms with gossi
chicks who cock suc
niggas who hardly wash u
and they light as paper weigh
I guess it's safe to say my hood's got traditio
Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to liste
regradless of the district we ballin' on a missio
at any given moment I destroy competition
Chorus
Verse 3: (Kyron
Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourtieth will put the chamber to their brai
and bang 'e
you violatin' Q.B.? had to lay 'e
I'll serve you if you onto tha
hit 'em up with all of tha
Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to tha
twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of tha
it's 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at
the truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skir
take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts m
you wanna know who's Donnin' these hoes? just ask m
the way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nast
Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the tabl
look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abe
love thy neighbor, we can live in the Worl
thats your Man Fifty Grand 'till he fucks your Gir
now it's all out war over that Whor
Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before
Chorus
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