(feat. ACD) 



[Verse 1: Prodigy] 

Yo, my life story - based on a true story 

We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story 

We were playin' hide the cracks, while y'all played tag 

I was a young gun learin' how to fight back 

A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit 

Who picked up a habit for the block life kid 

A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation 

Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors 

"Dawg, but it's all goin' overboard" 

I told 'em - "Dang god you tryin' to take a nigga arm" 

We're like a brick, when we come smashin' through 

A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you 

We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all? 

Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome 

With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm 

Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song 

It goes... 



[Chorus: Prodigy] 

Block - Life, what's the matter with your thugs 

Block - Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns 

Block - Life, everybody can't be on top 

The Block - Life, can't stop, won't stop 



[Verse 2: ACD] 

Comin' up, I was a fuck up, burnin' blunts up 

Playin' dice with the older crowd, puttin' dubs up 

Some kids was into sports, I was into doe 

You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress 

'Cause the money was slow 

Fractured my hand, I'm stashin' 'em 

Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum 

Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days 

New to the game, but was curious about the fees 

And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how 

Niggaz blew up off cocaine, and opened wide 

In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the - 

But the hood still remains the same 

Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs 

Same slugs, new crews with MAC's 

With thoughts to push it back, straight like that 

Actin' up off Cognac, come through 

Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the - 



[Chorus: Prodigy] 



[Verse 3: Havoc] 

Yo, we use to play the lobby 

Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby 

Watchin' my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's 

Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's 

Young thugs we grew, still we're crashin' parties 

Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body 

Dukes stuntin' witchu, don't make us clap somebody 

New rats and other run fast and tellin' friends who looked fat 

We off the hook as the jook style 

Years went by pages turned onto calendar 

Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber 

Kept it on me in school, got shorty cuttin' out Algebra 

Niggaz always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us 

Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation 

Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation 

Watchin' altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound 



[Chorus: Prodigy]