Lyrics of Song 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 shit expired
Learned to drive at age twenty-five, see i used to catch cabs
Smokin´ lye while my girl fuck 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 shit
Know my zip, 11101
Pretend thug niggas 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 (queensbridge), 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
Niggas engagin´ to pop shots
Aimin´ to drop cops
The block´s hot, niggas on the roofs of houses
There´s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin´ figures
The bridge blossoms with gossip
Chicks who cock suck
Niggas 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)
Fuck, 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 fucks 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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