{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit} {Mario, take it easy!} [Styles P:] Yo, my nigga Poobs on the track I'm S.P. the Ghost We'd like to welcome you, motherfucker
they gotta do is chirp And them things are gonna blis-am Shake down, fiz-am Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an Block-ay block-ay [Fabolous
, then if you want war let's go to war! It be a bunch of drama on my block, my partner accidently shot his mama on my block! Tryin to survive in the
mind ten With quadruple grands, cause the 16's hot Elevn hundred grams, when the 16's drop I'm posted to the block, some'ing like a cell block Thet cops
sisters holla if you feel this If hurt and misery is who you chill with Mo City my hood it forever be my block Never thought I'd see the day it'd hand
(feat. Tanya Herron) [Z-Ro:] My hand grabs the wheel, and foot mashes the pedal Block to block corner to corner, looking at the devil Making my brothers
dying [Z-Ro] Day by day it's more impossible, to hold on I'm going head up with the shadow of death, and getting stole on Will I survive, is God gonna
Ha, what, uh huh-uh huh-uh huh, what Wreckshop, Wreckshop huh Noke Deezy, D-Reezy [Hook] Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee Came to Wreckshop, uh huh Just to let
24 no tolerance, for those that crawl Through my block, you might get your busted Dick in the dust, for fucking with us on my block [Chorus] Block bleeder, surviving
I'ma keep my ego to boosting Cause I got a bunch of fans that love me, and bitches that jock I got killas in my click, and I keep thugs on my block [
welfare Tupac cares, and don't nobody else care And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block brothas clown a lot But
I would share the definition of ballin' with you white folks... but no. [Tupac] I'm up before the sunrise, first to hit the block. Little bad mothafucka
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
a piece of a*s Look how it began, nobody gave a f**k about me Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me How can I survive? Got me askin white
for you nigga we can never be friends I know i'm runnin' through your head now what could you do ? If it was up to you i'd be dead now I let tha
Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release The question everbody wants to know is -- why'd
see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends as young niggaz He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head