thieves be out Mighty Mighty D Block homie thats who we are Ive been known to give it to chicks in the back of the car Plus Im g'd up whatcha think I
real, really real) You know it's real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From
G.] You know 'bout me and my chopper, nigga Watch this Nigga, I'm dressed in my T, Girbauds, and Reeboks Gotta settle beef for a nigga shot up my block
had the world, dog, I'd make hustlin' good And if I could I'd put work every hustler's hood [B.G.] I can't lie - this world is scary to me I carry two
: Fa sho I got my gat so you know what that means It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe When you comin' to get me I got the four four
: [Baby] Too many playa hatin niggas in this world [the B.G.] That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl [Baby] Keep my nina for self
let em hang-a....what you niggaz say you gon do me,do it man Underestimate in this war you gon lose it man Got a AR... 15 I mean D.O.A when I hit the
Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love It's like this
sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This my shop, this my Glock This my connection with the mob That's my partna black Saab This my
ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed [B.G.] That heroin hit my block; opened it like a earthquake
sank [Chorus-2x] [Talking] Click, click, nigga like me be thugged out Ya heard me, hustlin' , grindin' , try'na get mine All these pussy ass niggas Baller Blockin
I'm rollin with the crowbar clear Still wearin my favorite suit like I was asshole naked Now fake it till you make it or take it nigga [Hook] [D.B.A
them see my braids what's up i say my niggaz copin blocks off jey hit the cut bag up and hit the blocks with dreys first is near know how we rock our
is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the
's child theres angels around me [Verse 1: Young Buck] Life begins and then you die this couldn't be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this
keep that fo fifth with no safety button G-unit get that money I no some artists is starvin so play the game like they rich to me this shit funny i no
Snitch, He Can Die On Easter Sunday, I Celebrate, When He Reach The Sky I'm On That Stupid Shit, Like Fuck A Gun Can Do This Zooly Shit' There's Room
nut Cause you ain't never had a bitch like me Like O that can spit like me That can ass in a six like me Hold it down through your B.I.D Honestly you
