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    "My Block" Lyrics

    Lil' Flip

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    (You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

    [Lil' Flip]
    From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look

    From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
    From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips
    And if you don't work, then you don't eat
    I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets

    [repeat Chorus]

    [Lil' Flip]
    Late night, if you don't work you don't eat
    That shit is fo' real
    You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills
    Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O
    We don't believe in police, cause they too slow
    I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
    You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block
    You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
    You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'
    You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
    You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
    Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
    Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff
    Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
    I got dreams of seeing all my money double up
    I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed
    If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat


    Do any niggas wanna step to this?
    I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
    Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship
    And I ain't even bring an extra clip
    Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
    We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
    And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice
    Your final notice, ready to die
    Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
    My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie
    Eight sounds tha best high
    I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip
    Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit
    You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip
    My glock cocked, yo' block drops
    I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots

    Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out
    I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South
    Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga
    Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas
    Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze
    Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
    And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me
    Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
    I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
    Fuck it when I'm gone
    Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on
    We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want
    Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous


    We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers
    Down South they lean, the East be never sober
    Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
    I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
    You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused
    Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
    My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
    Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
    After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this
    Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius
    Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels
    Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle

    [Lil' Flip]
    Look, I stay on my block
    I get paid on my block
    It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block
    I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock
    If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block
    I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block
    Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block
    I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
    And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block
    I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block
    You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block
    I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block
    7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block

    What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh
    Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo
    block, nigga, we do tha same..thang
    This song was submitted on December 15th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ray Coleman, Osten Harvey, Osten S Harvey, Francisco Pimental, Tupac Amaru Shakur.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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