On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me [Lil Flip] (on my block
where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man [Hook] On my block, everybody on the corner hustling On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons On my block
my pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks lookin like
the time, n-gga been stuntin Pearl white Maybach, n-gga spent a mill Bugatti for 2, on the hill Shining with my strap in my right pocket Hundred thousand a day on
for my dog Got no love for the Law-But I shed blood for my dog [Bizzy:] United we stand divided we fall For the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawn's On
in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin
salt in my name, barbers tryin to part my game Niggaz tryin to chalk my frame But I walk on a thin line without scuffin my Chucks Bad Boyyyyy, and I fuck
my neck, gorilla in the trunk 20 on my wrist, 40 on the dunk 10 on the paint, 12 on the shoes 4 15's make the whole block move Yeah the paint's candy
on in the inside man them choopers'll spray Niggas bullshit everyday but it stop in the A Cause me and Block on the block with a block of the K (hay
essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin I was the best in my section with flows
essence of adolescence got my body feelin fresh'n fresh'n fresh'n, and it was a blessin to rhyme and start reppin I was the best in my section with
Cabbage Im A Beast On The Streets And I Get It From My Daddy [Chorus x2] [Verse 2: Lil Boosie] I Take A Walk Outside Bandanna On My Pocket ( Bad Azz
in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil' Chuck Two times, trey times on
I Deserve To Get A Bird The Fiend's Know My Name Now, From Standin' On This Curb I Got Blood On My Shirt, And A Hand Full Of Crack A Bunch Of Lil' Niggas
at night: Two knives and a tie me Stay Thugged Out, never wear shit thats shinnin' When I beef and look up, around and behind me Still on my p's and q
