And if you struggle and you hustle,
your money go double.
Well, I've got, you know,
common nigga Godfather.
You know, from Shedlock Entertainment.
Niggas,
Crime,
that nigga from Brooklyn,
and Dante,
that nigga up from Kelly,
hustle
the music.
You ain't about getting paid and you can't do this.
You broke, cut this bitch out.
This what niggas are trying to get.
From my block to your block we stacking chips.
From your block to my block we stacking clips.
And if it don't work, then you don't eat.
I'mma tell you like this,
it get rough on these streets.
From my block to your block, we stackin' chips.
From your block to my block, we packin' clips.
And if it don't work,
then you don't eat.
I'mma tell you like this,
it get rough on these streets.
Now if you don't work,
you don't eat,
that * is for real.
You hustlin' for tennis shoes?
Put that * on your bills.
Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O.
We don't believe in police, cause they too slow.
I had to do what I did so I could get what I got.
You wanna feel like I feel?
Then go sit on my block.
You might see teenagers,
livin' and workin'.
You might see canines, livin' and searchin'.
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff.
You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff.
Be quiet, cell phones got bugs and stuff.
Real niggas in the kitchen, cuttin' stuff.
Wrap it up, dip it up, after it bubble up.
I got dreams of seein' all my money double up.
I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed.
If you feel what I'm sayin',
put your hand on your heat.
From my block to your block, we stackin' chips.
From your block to my block, we packin' clips.
And if it don't work, then you don't eat.
I'mma tell you like this,
it get rough on these streets.
Yo, any niggas wanna step to this?
I back them down with the nickel-plated fifth.
Watch the hips,
look at your men,
they all jumpin' *.
And I ain't even bring an extra clip.
Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip.
We comin' for your grip.
That rubber band *, the KG9, it spit sick.
And you know this, your final notice.
Ready to die like my nigga Biggie from Bed-Stuy.
Keep your hands high, my whole flicks alibi.
* a piece, I want the whole damn pie.
I'mma get it with my lips or with the rubber grips.
No kicks, the Matrix, you cats ain't seen *.
You really know who you fuckin' with?
You better tell him, Flip.
My Glock, cocks.
Your block, rocks.
I bust shots.
Your core, cops.
* 9-1-1, nigga, we packin' clips.
Alright, from my block to your block.
We done gotta realize that there's some soldiers down south.
Scream it loud,
you mean this nigga?
Affiliated with guns,
gangbangers,
the pool trickers.
Me and my niggas feelin' trapped like we in a maze.
Misbehaved, refused to be a slave.
But you can't break me.
If the Lord want me, let him take me.
Respect mine, I'm livin' life by the Tech-9.
You're nigga now while I'm still here.
* it when I'm gone.
I don't know who I'm supposed to be.
I know it's still on.
We fire gettin' drunk.
Doin' what we want.
Jail can't change us.
It only makes things seem different.
From my block to your block, we stackin' chips.
From your block to my block, we packin' clips.
And if it don't work, then you don't eat.
I'ma tell you like this,
it get rough on these streets.
We rode B-12 motors.
Pittsburgh through the Clover.
Down South they lean.
The East we never sober.
Elected by the voters.
Ride just like a lotus.
I buy the house.
Never get an eviction notice.
You niggas bogus.
Gotta keep my mind focused.
Lost in the jungle?
This animal ferocious.
My hypnosis.
Count my nets and my groceries.
Sell a bunch of records like Rudy and the Globist.
After I recite this,
you niggas shouldn't quote *.
Godfather, Fragilistic, XB, Alidocious.
Streak bums.
Rap for pennies and nickels.
Like Nikolai Volkov,
give em the Russian Sickles.
Look, I stay on my block.
I get paid on my block.
It ain't no such thing as being afraid on my block.
I'm true to my block.
I shoot with my Glock.
If I don't know you,
I don't wanna see you on my block.
I stack on my block.
I park my LAK on my block.
Even though I'm a star, I go back to my block.
I hang on my block.
They know my name on my block.
Never since I blew up,
it ain't the same on my block.
I live on my block.
I eat ribs on my block.
You might see me with William Gibbs on my block.
I'm real with my block.
I chill on my block.
Seven years in five days,
nigga,
I'm still on my block.
Put your fists up.
If you're wearing a Rolex, put your fists up.
Left, left, left, left, left.
Mo'fans, it's right, take a stop.
If your car broke down, get a fix up.
Put your fists up.
If you're off, get your feet shot.
Nigga, done changed.
Got a boom, get a left.
And when we hit the floor, we be preached out.
You ain't never seen a fag like me, hot.
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