Block Rock

You out there, on now Sorry, that's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying (it's the hardcore) Set it off, rusty, low down Following me, it be the God (whatever, whatever) God all, all New York, 'ight Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy toy to us Got them S550's Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred G's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food Like dog, motherfucker, in replace of a meal Give you a two-hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic killers who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut-off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang From Broad Street down to Milledge You fucking with experienced killers Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You fucking with experienced killers Silver back gorillas The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a TEC My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a bitch booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandelier ice, keep a wrist full 'Cause, if Little John, can ice his cup I top that shit, and ice my nuts See, I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3:00 a.m., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines can't develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them C-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, something like Satan In the hell fire, screaming, "Yo, I'm sorry for faking, baking" From Broad Street down to Milledge You fucking with experienced killers Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You fucking with experienced killers Silver back gorillas