Master P
Master P - The Block songtekst
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This one here goes out, to the Ghetto To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here