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Scarface - On My Block lyrics
For the block boy, take it rough... [Scarface] Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot On my block, to hangout was the thang back then And even when ya left out, ya came back in To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts We rolled the fox, we load the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me [Chorus] My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy My block - we probably done it all homey believe me My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy My block - I'd never leave my block, my niggaz need me [Scarface] On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block - it ain't no different than the next block Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes back inside -- then we can fire Pass it around a few times to get high [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] On my block, everybody business ain't ya business What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende? On my block, ya had to have that understanding Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks On my block - it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small little section with dividends Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls born and raised, on my block... ... [Chorus] - 2X |
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