The Blocks

Verse 1：(nature)

Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars

Why's my chain so big with no job?

Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names

Ain't it funny how the innocent change?

Used to be kinda quiet,

A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet

Until the ********t expired

Learned to drive at age twenty-five, see i used to catch cabs

Smokin' lye while my girl ***** with mesc tabs

Do anything just to laugh

I'll cop anything to to have

Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path

I got signed with no rhymes wrote

Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so ya'll could know my ********t

Know my zip, 11101

Pretend thug *****s own one gun

Bust shots and don't run

Late nights the police don't come

And if you still don't know where i'm from...

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10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queen*****ridge), the

Pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it's

Real, the love (organized crime)

Verse 2: (kl)

Livin' life on the edge way back

Now i get money and stay black

Some find it funny, others hate that

Reason why the angers developed

Put a shell up in the chamber, let the gun smoke from the nine i tote

Bassheads numbed off coke, a rib got broke

Police slid

Yo, yo, you see what they did?

Alot of money to be made, now they raid the spot

*****s engagin' to pop shots

Aimin' to drop cops

The block's hot, *****s on the roofs of houses

There's a thousand *****s with schemes for gettin' figures

The bridge blossoms with gossip

Chicks who **** suck

*****s who hardly wash up

And they light as paper weight

I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition

Q.b. cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen

Regradless of the district we ballin' on a mission

At any given moment i destroy competition.

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Verse 3: (kyron)

*****, i hate 'em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain

And bang 'em

You violatin' q.b.? had to lay 'em

I'll serve you if you onto that

Hit 'em up with all of that

Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, i wrote a song to that

Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that

It's 2:30 am black, where ya daughter at?

The truth hurt, now i'm up in shorty boo's skirt

Take a sip of jack d and relax g, it attracts me

You wanna know who's donnin' these hoes? just ask me

The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty

Cuban link cable, dom peri on the table

Look unstable, now i see why brother cain killed abel

Love thy neighbor, we can live in the world

Thats your man fifty grand 'till he *****s your girl

Now it's all out war over that whore

Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before.

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