(feat. Mr. 3-2, Lyrical 187, Bettyemmanuelle)



[Hook: Bettye]

On the block pack a gat, watch your back boy

Cause you know that's hot, and them haters

Do your thang and come on home, cause you know

That I'm waiting, with that fire



[Lyrical 187]

5 in the morning, ain't no yawning ain't no time for sleeping

I'm still working the block, the block still bleeding

I'm still toting a glock, cause niggaz be scheming

I still want what you got, until then I ain't leaving

Battle scarred and hard headed, off of the streets

Was brought up in the hustle, the game supported me

Day to day grinding, gotta make sure we eat

Gotta make sure, we can step out on the block and be seen

Trying to let all them fiends know, I'm back on the scene

Got them power packs ready, Scottie throw down a beam

Undercover snitch niggaz, trying to break my dream up

Baby girl home alone, waiting for me to show up

Plus this morning, she told me she woke up throwing up

And I...wanna lay, all I'm thinking bout is paper

It might be real early, in the morning when I come home

But best believe I'm coming home, pockets full of do'



[Hook]



[Big Pokey]

Gonna hop up on niggaz, like quizzes in class

Sensei shife niggaz, and chizzle they masks

I ain't your hammer jamming, but I'm packing a glass

When I hit you I'ma split you, like that crack in your ass

Got elbows of weed, I'm bagging my grass

I got weight niggaz, think I need to take out the trash

4 flipping in the dash, one under the seat

Worm just laid the track, to what I done to the beat

Wet niggaz up everywhere, but under the feet

Plus I rock-a-bye niggaz, put 'em under a sheet

I'm trying to get freaky tonight, I'm in the mood

For a baby-faced girl, with a big girl mule

Jeans on the couch, underwear in the pool

Closer boys keep girls, square in the nude

A layer, the Earth's my turf so I'm a grown

When I'm finished with these streets, I'm gone into hiding



[Hook]



[Mr. 3-2]

Pull it all night, as on the block stacking bread

Ducking police, and I'm stacking big heads

Never letting it go FED, while I grind it out

Shooting dice on my knees, making boys drop out

Got it popped at the spot, and a twat that's wide

I dig up between thighs, when they qualified

Naked showing hide, cotton up six figgas

Day for day on the block, watching thangs get bigger

Build an empire, the boss of the street game

Stack it up real pretty, I'm sicking all my change

Fame is a trip, people can back stab you

Gotta watch your back, cause somebody could grab you

Stay on no cases, and counting the big faces

They'll be working for your vote, in all kinda places

The glock stay crunk, and lit up at all times

But it make it heavy, that's why I'm getting mine



[Hook]



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