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[Intro: Baby] Baller Blockin' Nigga I don't give a fuck When it's on, it's on We got Baby, Lac and Stone in this bitch [Verse 1: Baby] I'm a neighborhood superstar I'll cook anything from a ki of coke, to a gram of that boyd Niggas scoring Glocks like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks On my blocks stepping 'em up, with grams and rocks If anything been scoring from me, it was ten a ki I let my l'il round hustle as long as they score for me [Verse 2: Lac] Look if I pull up on the block knowing the set was mine No more hand-to-hand contact, I'm known for supplying Since I opened up this set 'chea, this how it's gon' be Ain't nobody selling shit nigga, unless it's for me [Verse 3: Baby] All I know is crack slanging and block hanging On the corner front the store, doing my thang These niggas know my game, how I do my thang Water whip I can't do, but whole thangs I slang [Verse 4: Lac] Now I'ma pay all my foot soldiers and tell 'em, "Stay focused" And front all the street hustlers, and keeping 'em posted That white and that blue car, we call 'em the law And the dirt that my niggas do is done in the dark [Verse 5: Baby] Got lil' woadie running water and we 'bout to cook these quarters The twenty under the seat for my son and my daughter The water hot enough, start cooking these quarters These niggas want it hard, and I understand [Verse 6: Lac] If I pull up dressed in all black with a boot in my mouth Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac, and I know that he sold out Put something in my street sweeper, and run in his house Knock a hole up out his pa chest, and a tongue out his ma mouth [Verse 7: Baby] A ki stashed up and I'm gettin' 'em all I got a stash put up for the drought in the fall [Verse 8: Stone] Hot Boys vacating the pop, can back shit up The Feds call my 'hood a Payday, 'cause it's packed with nuts Ghetto rich money stashed in the mansions bruh I got them kis, ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh [Verse 9: Baby] I know niggas think bad 'cause the people ride fast I got 5 strikes, I'm going out with a blast Cash in your life nigga when you playing with me I'll give you work, break ya off ya face B.G [Verse 10: Lac] Cadillac's the name I run with, so call me Seville Push a platinum Escalade truck with 20 inch wheels Now the Jag you saw me driving, that's for everyday stuntin' Loud pipes, big rims, so you can see when I'm coming [Verse 11: Baby] I don't give a fuck nigga, ain't no rules in the streets You know money come first, the other bullshit weak I don't wanna hear no stories about my cheese You violate nigga, your family gon' grieve [Verse 12: Stone] Headbuster Alva Stone, ya heard me dog And everytime ya heard my name, it was a murder involved I just rap to clear my name and smuggle bundles of that raw Always rap so what you lames, suburb and that car [Verse 13: Lac] Saratoga and I ride, I represent to the fullest Ain't nobody pulling strangs here, unless that I pull it If a nigga put a hit out, believe that I took it In the cost Bible murders, was OD-ing and bullets [Verse 14: Baby] All i know is gun slanging and head banging Too many disrespected, and lived to sang it Drop change like a motherfucker, fuck them niggas If a nigga outta line, motherfuck that nigga [Verse 15: Stone] Type of nigga who'll bat a bitch, and then wait on her pa Type of nigga who'll do a snitch broad day in the park I'm one of them niggas that don't bring it still buy up the bulk Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks, and bang out with the law [Verse 16: Lac] Look here I come from the projects, and the ghetto streets I'm cooking up whole thangs, 'til they hard like concrete I fronted the O.G.s, a bag of that OZs For niggas that don't know, I got something woadie [Verse 17: Baby] The same ol' nigga just a different game Fuck bitches, tote heat, things never gon' change I'm the number one stunna, nigga, Baby's the name I like cooking crack and watch how quick it come back [Verse 18: Stone] I rock a oyster-faced Rollie with the crust out bang Ice cover the wrist whodie like I sprung my hand I sport Prowlers, whips with the T.V.s playing Iceberg, Prada dick, like here come the man [Verse 19: Baby] I'll pull up at Washington Six in a six I'll slide out quick, bet I could fuck any bitch [Verse 20: Lac] I push a lavender Porsche Carerra, seat sprayed leather The top goes off and on to floss with the rainy weather The seats they came customized, they made by Ricarro A ruby red CL5, I'll cop by tomorrow [Verse 21: Baby] For catching me on the interstate drunk, running the law With a bitch in my lap tasting my balls I don't like when they too much, act like they stuck up Leave Atrice nut up, I'll bat that bitch up [Verse 22: Stone] The king of the Nolia I crowd both the wrists Lock down slanging towns, took the top off the six In the club I be thugged with ten topless chicks T-shirt, Girbauds, Reeboks in it [Outro: Stone, Baby & Fresh] Killa, ain't no stopping it Off top, can't pop this bitch You know what I'm saying Baller Blockin' you understand New Edition of Cash Money Some real Hot Boys Believe it woadie