to they block, 'bout to flip on a clip The full clip in my shit and tight grip on the pit The serious slow, them kids was curious and shook like Who'
m on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone) This mag is on, let me rock on (Crack of dawn) Now bag
on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on EM When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em And I
I WAS SORE LET ME IN OR ELSE I BEAT DOWN YOUR DOOR THEN TWO STRANGERS WHO HAD BEEN TWO SILHOUETTES ON THE SHADE SAID TO MY SHOCK, YOU'RE ON THE WRONG BLOCK
holding the four winds of the earth, so that no wind would blow on the earth or on the sea.... or on any tree... I saw another angel ascend from the sunrise
That boom box in the backyard goes! Heeeeeeeeeeyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Daddy's home sweetheart It seems that the dreams for the children on the block Has
powerful for painkillers On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas Untamed, and my niggas is kane Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame We like the new
bang you then angels a change you I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to Shit I been struggling for far too long My niggas on the block bubblin
feathers on 'em If Doc give me the word I put this Berretta on him When the beef is on my piece is on Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
goal but i keep on going, i keep on going (he keeps on going....in the background) i keep on going on!! (he keeps on going echo) Jill Scott hey mighty
Envisionin the fear, here within a new Millenium Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split
it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve At thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punched and bullied on my block
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
, cock back, run up, where ya block at Gettin' money, stop that, where the fuck ya'll rocks at Bandana on my face, thirty nine on my waist Shoot you if
I toast, all he does is boast Cause I never met anyone like you before And I can give you more A knock on the door and a tap on the glass Tells me you
in their soul So untitled it is I never change nothin' But people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being