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Block Rock

You out there, on now

Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb

Understand what I'm saying

It's the hardcore

Set it off, rusty, low down

Following me, it be the God

Whatever, whatever

God all

All New York, aight

Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming

You can hear his chain dangle

Brolic arm, check out the ankle

Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways like they sit in the cup

You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts

On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us

Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back

Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that

Like James Brown, it's the 'Big Payback'

Same place you front's where you get laid at

Strong arm a **** for real, we eat ya food

Like dog, mutha****, in replace of a meal

Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes

Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes

Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab

Don't matter what size the bill is

We don't need your support, wack speech your thought

Just to rhyme my **** when the tape cut off

The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain

Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang

From Broad Street down to Milledge

You **** with experienced killas, mean wolves, silver back gorillas

Them Theodore kids' gorillas

You **** with experienced killas, silver back gorillas

The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex

The streets is never at peace when I palm a ****

My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt

The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul

Same dudes give a **** booze, stupid rich dudes

Crystal, chandelier ice, keep a wrist full

'Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup

I top that ****, and ice my ****

See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks

At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block

Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God

And still pull up in the hooped out rented car

With dust and **** on him, knock the neighborhood bully out

Take his gun and **** on him

The magazines can't develop my flicks

The negatives came, and printed out them C-note chips

Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of **** stanking

Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings

Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan

In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking

From Broad Street down to Milledge

You **** with experienced killas, mean wolves, silver back gorillas

Them Theodore kids' gorillas

You **** with experienced killas, silver back gorillas

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