Yeah,
it's my flock,
my hood,
my turf,
them gangsters be doing dirt,
them hustlers be moving work...
It's my block,
my hood,
my turf Them killers be doin' dirt,
them niggas be movin' work
It's my block,
my hood,
my turf Them gangsters be doin' dirt,
them hustlers be movin' work
It's my block,
my hood,
my turf Them killers be doin' dirt,
them niggas be movin' work
Yeah,
nigga,
you call it the block,
I call it the turf
You call it a rock,
I call it the work Yeah,
you call it welfare,
I call it the first
Niggas call it granddaddy,
but I call it the birth Yes,
sir,
you call it a key,
I call it a bird
Word,
you call it the street,
I call it a curve Yes,
sir,
you call it the hills,
I call it the burbs
And niggas call me pig-pen,
cause I stay all in the dirt Tyrese,
knee deep in the dirt,
beats are like smurf
High-tech,
hustle fiends,
people,
they chirp I'm that nigga that the feds wanna see in the dirt
Cause I be beatin' up the block and I be bleedin' the turf
It's my block,
my hood,
my turf Them gangsters be doin'
dirt, them hustlers
be doin' dirt Them hustlers be movin' work on the turf
It's my block,
my hood,
my turf Them killers be doin' dirt
Them niggas be movin' work on my turf
Nigga,
you call it the ghetto,
I call it the Jets
Woah, you call it a gang, I call it the set
Yeah, you call it Cali, but I call it the West
Niggas call it brown weed,
but I call it the cess
Yes sir,
you call it the Sherm,
I call it the wet
Woah, you call it a fizz, I call it the S
You call it head,
I call it gettin' some neck And niggas call me Ice-T,
a OG in the flesh
I got connect with the mech,
so I sell them birds wet Kanye workout plan,
I make the girls stretch
Catch me in my turfed-out van,
puffin' on the best And I can get that workout,
man,
you fuckin' with a vet
Yes,
six-five-hundred block,
that's the turf Where you see me runnin' from the cops,
tryin' to get a hundred
Nah,
nah,
run the block,
and I run the spot The work on the turf,
the money at my underspot
the trap Woah,
you call it a gun,
I call it a strap
You call it bread,
I call it getting some scratch You call it snitch,
you inform it,
but I call them a rat
Yes sir,
you call it a pound,
I call it a pack Woah,
you call it a brown,
I call it the yak
Yeah,
you call it dice,
I call it shooting some craps The bitches call me Max too,
cause they be choosing a map
On the track,
you find hustlers,
pimps and hoes Gays are splitting weights on the porch,
getting slow
My hard balls was high,
I had to pitch them low Pitch them slow,
so all my goons could get this dough
Hit the drove behind ten,
ripping on wood My turf is like the old turf,
we live in the
hood Live on the block,
live on the streets,
live
on the ass This where my turf niggas getting that cash
On my block,
my hood,
my turf Them gangsters be doing dirt,
them hustlers
be moving work On the turf,
it's my flock,
my hood,
my turf
Them killers be doing dirt,
them niggas be moving work
On my turf,
it's my flock,
my hood,
my turf Them gangsters be doing dirt,
them hustlers
be moving work On the turf,
it's my flock,
my hood,
my turf
Them killers be doing dirt,
them niggas be moving work
On my turf