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The Blocks

Verse 1: (nature)

Ayoauxillary cops be grillin’ me out patrol cars

Why’s my chain so big with no job?

Remain so jig with no scarsinfinite names

Ain’t it funny how the innocent change?

Used to be kinda quiet

A whole different wayfake permit in my wallet

Until the shit expired

Learned to drive at age twenty-fivesee I used to catch cabs

Smokin’ lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs

Do anything just to laugh

I’ll cop anything to to have

Rock it onceput it in a hustlers path

I got signed with no rhymes wrote

Wrote it quickthrowin’ rhymes out for free so y’all could know my shit

Know my zip11101

Pretend thug niggas own one gun

Bust shots and don’t run

Late nights the police don’t come

And if you still don’t know where I’m from...



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10th street (96th and spellman)12th streetvernon (queensbridge)the

Pubthe hill (long island city)the thugs (thugs everywhere)it’s

Realthe love (organized crime)



Verse 2: (kl)

Livin’ life on the edge way back

Now I get money and stay black

Some find it funnyothers hate that

Reason why the angers developed

Put a shell up in the chamberlet the gun smoke from the nine I tote

Bassheads numbed off cokea rib got broke

Police slid

Yoyoyou see what they did?

Alot of money to be madenow they raid the spot

Niggas engagin’ to pop shots

Aimin’ to drop cops

The block’s hotniggas on the roofs of houses

There’s a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin’ figures

The bridge blossoms with gossip

Chicks who cock suck

Niggas who hardly wash up

And they light as paper weight

I guess it’s safe to say my hood’s got tradition

Q.b. cobolitionwhile you be tryin’ to listen

Regradless of the district we ballin’ on a mission

At any given moment I destroy competition.



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Verse 3: (kyron)

FuckI hate ’em and the fourtieth will put the chamber to their brain

And bang ’em

You violatin’ q.b.? had to lay ’em

I’ll serve you if you onto that

Hit ’em up with all of that

Seventeenapplaudin’ they gatI wrote a song to that

Twist the erbdispose of that sackain’t no more of that

It’s 2:30 am blackwhere ya daughter at?

The truth hurtnow I’m up in shorty boo’s skirt

Take a sip of jack d and relax git attracts me

You wanna know who’s donnin’ these hoes? just ask me

The way the jewels flash makes ’em wanna be nasty

Cuban link cabledom peri on the table

Look unstablenow I see why brother cain killed abel

Love thy neighborwe can live in the world

Thats your man fifty grand ’till he fucks your girl

Now it’s all out war over that whore

Deja vu got you buggin’ ’cause you know you saw this before.



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