The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots

Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks

The blue baggy bender boys, that's the way we roll

Fiends around the way'll suck the ego out your pee hole

I'm fuckin fed up with my pockets bein empty

I'm known as an MC but all these fiends tempt me

Starin at my man Chill lookin at the way he would

Run the drug game, we was from the same neighborhood

But back then nothin more than a average

We grew up together, dunkin balls off a carriage

And now he got little hot shot slingin rocks in spots

Mad props, got all the fuckin blocks locked

I knew this kid when he was a litter but now he's bigger

Got little kids pullin triggers and I feel like a quitter

And all I do is complain, I gotta earn a rap name

Cause gettin caught always kept me out the crack game

But then I see the five-o don't harrass em, they just pass em

Even ask me if they can have some

I go straight to my man J.B. to hit me off

I hit you back, so you won't be at a loss



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You got kids on the ave

Lickin shots in the locks

Slingin rocks on blocks with cocked glocks

It don't stop



A year later, my pockets are greater, but no, not much

I got my girl cookin product and cuttin rocks up

Yeah, the microphone whiz got his own biz

Daddy dearest to weirdest, I'm sellin to my own kids

They call me greedy as a granddad

Leave a whole clan mad, I want the same car my man Jam had

I never get it by little crack freaks in backstreets

Fuck the backseat, it's time to let my gat speak

But then again I'd rather be on the corner pushin cookies

On little steps that locked up slingin cigarettes

Man, my mind's all fucked up

I tell my man "tough luck, in this game you never get enough bucks"

And so I'm 'bout to spread eagle on muthafuckas

Had business from Southern Cal all the way to Rockers

Got a bunch of kids who know my name on the block

As the hand clapper rapper on the rise with the rocks

Cause real late at night all these fiends are like zombies

Don't walk by me (I ain't your everyday timer-timer)

I never do my own dirt cause that won't work

I got kids runnin for mine, fuck doin they homework



[CHORUS]



It seems the more time passes the larger that I'm gettin

Writin rhymes every day but don't know where my future's headin

It's me and my girl cause my crew ran a game

Took a train to the plane cause they said I ain't the same

They said I got the drug fame now I'm actin cloudy

But cash rules everything around me, so be audi

This ain't the way I planned it, I don't understand it

Back then I rock a party and still end up bein stranded

But now I got my onw ride, got my own crib

Clockin get me more money than a microphone did

I find J.B. to pay him what he gave me

I'm walkin mad nervous cause these kids are actin shady

I sit back collectin, the five-o ain't expectin

If ain't shit wrong, there's no need for correctin

I got the mad dough cash flow, paid out the asshole

More power than Wonder Woman's lasso

But oh shit, there go Chill, said he gotta speak to me

That's that kid that inspired me illegally

He probably wan' get d with me, or maybe not

Pulled out the black glock, "stay off the fuckin block"

Now what m'I gon' do, fuck that bitch, he ain't shit

I put the hollow tip clip on the hip and hit the strip

Scared as a muthafucka, I ain't gon' front

These bitches want my head, I'm 'bout to give em what they want

They'll probably get my girl if they don't see my brains melt out

Fuck the satisfaction, I'm about to take myself out



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