Block Music

[Verse 1: Twista] I'm sick and tired of the pussy shit Hoe-ass niggas I hear rappin, they must be pussy-whipped What happened to that Beanie Sigel fully shit? No more sweet-talkin, I wanna hear about the fully clip What they bust from a pistol grippin through suckin a tissue But they ain't crushin a sickle, don't you be trustin 'em wit'chu Homie fuck what's the issue, they will go nuts when I diss you Crazy for once in my nickels so bring a customer wit'chu Hit him with the back of the pistol and knock him unconscious My rappin'll get you, I'm snappin, I'm a monster and I'm as Psycho as they get, I'm the shit, don't get hit with the burners I'm heartless, I'm dark as [?] is the difference for murder Plenty riches I earn as the best and the bosses know it So much paper in the room I'm becomin claustrophobic Get my message out to the thugs as if I talked to Moses Score on these niggas every time I see Moss is open... [Chorus: Liffy Stokes] Yeah, this for my niggas on the grind (on the grind) When niggas out there on the deck that's doin' time (doin' time) Cock mine, [?] as hell, ready to use it 'Cause they're broke, startin' the gang-bang music Block music (block music) This the shit that you play when you get into it Block music (block music) block music (block music) Bust your shit off nigga while I lose it To this block music (block music) block music (block music) [Verse 2: Skooda Chose] K-Town Westside nigga, that's where the hood at Gang-bang straight block music, that's what I'm good at As soon as Skood' snap with a track I burn it down this mantle to wax It's textbook, example of crack It's a gangsta party, weed chasers, a block, three haters Bitch fast cars, a hand of gorillas, speed racer No NASCAR for that green paper I blast the Glocks to your team later Don't ask why I holla back, scrap Holocaust, nigga I'm a boss Cause that dead man pick-up flow, try me come across I catch you late night, Johnny Carson - y'all niggas probably vomit I live life Sinatra in Vegas, Armani garments Mob cars, makin moves or make some odd cars[?] Run to your little hotel room discharge five But niggas pop with they ribs turnin Just like on the block like they crib burnin I do it for y'all... [Chorus: Liffy Stokes] Yeah, this for my niggas on the grind (on the grind) When niggas out there on the deck that's doin' time (doin' time) Cock mine, [?] as hell, ready to use it 'Cause they're broke, startin' the gang-bang music Block music (block music) This the shit that you play when you get into it Block music (block music) block music (block music) Bust your shit off nigga while I lose it To this block music (block music) block music (block music) [Verse 3: B-Hype] Yeah, I put you niggas in a cemetery And I'm delusional, don't know how many men I bury I got a nina, now you know that bitch I gotta carry But I'ma box you niggas, shit I ain't never scary Don't get it twisted my nigga, don't let the size fool ya A swift kick up yo' ass is what I'd do to ya B-Hype a menace, I'll finish you with no evidence Gettin caught up in that bullshit is irrelevant I'm too grown for my stakes, and these bitches I break Cause I'm a fuckin snake, fuck you nigga go and hate Shit I'm a time bomb, that's why I stay armed And I smoke that backwood to keep my nerves calm Look for my right arm, it's bringin much heat And I'm a certified gangsta nigga in the streets I'm a monster elite, I got them hood figures And I'm comin real wit it, it's for the block nigga!