The Blocks — текст песни (Screwball)





Verse 1: (nature)

Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin me out patrol cars

Whys my chain so big with no job?

Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names

Aint 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

Ill 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 yall could know my shit

Know my zip, 11101

Pretend thug niggas own one gun

Bust shots and dont run

Late nights the police dont come

And if you still dont know where Im from...



Chorus

10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queensbridge), the

Pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , its

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 blocks hot, niggas on the roofs of houses

Theres 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 its safe to say my hoods 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.



Chorus



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

Ill 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, aint no more of that

Its 2:30 am black, where ya daughter at?

The truth hurt, now Im up in shorty boos skirt

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

You wanna know whos 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 its all out war over that whore

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



Chorus



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