Block Work

[Intro: Jadakiss & (Styles P)]

Yeah, ride out, if I ain't got no money

How I'm losin' weight (huh) HA-HAAAEEH!

Ride out (D-Block!)

[Verse: Jadakiss and Styles P]

Gather 'round, y'all, it's goin' down, y'all

Block work, twenty-eight for the pound, y'all

If he the king, I put a round in his crown, y'all

He just talkin', but he pussy in the town, y'all

I air 'em out, then put 'em in the ground, y'all

Hit him in the church if he prayin' on my downfall

It's either this or you wicked with a round ball

It's a burial whenever we sound off

Hands to the no-hander right after the round off

Peanut butter guts, chocolate brown Porsche

Word to Spanish José, we was movin' the most yay

Had my boys runnin' and gunnin', sound like 'Coach K'

Listen, duke, you can shoot, but you know that it's both ways

My gun splash brothers, I call 'em Curry and Klay

In a hurry to get buried ever fuckin' with J

Ah, Dave, come on, nigga, I see you ridin' the wave

Brave like the crackers that helped hide the slaves

Keep talkin', I kill you, then slide in your babe

You got a homie up top, I have him die in a cage

And you trigger-happy, can't wait to fire the gauge

Go out on your shield, or you die in a blaze

Gunfire, one liar, gon' put the truth in a maze

I got the truck off the sour, got a coupe from the haze

In the telly down south, I got me a few dames

We ain't fuckin', but we stuffin' they pussy with cocaine

Whipped out, fuck around and hop on the 2 train

Robbed the first and last car to show you some true pain

Wolf on the phone when I show you a few fangs

It's a different kind of hot, my nigga, it's blue flames

Dudes is startin' to get out of pocket; loose change

Hard part: tryin' to stay still, move things

Right before you about to murder someone, your mood change

We came up like ninety bricks

We had the city under siege since '96

Go online: still won't find these kicks

Like Frank White when he did the Chinese hit

That's it, it's us, then everybody else after

Our part of the good book's a rough chapter

Everything dead serious, enough laughter

Fronto leaves, Raw papers and Dutch Masters, yeah

You re more, you see more

They tearin' shit up on the streets in B-more

Some people don't know what it's like to be poor

The hood is a one-way, ain't no detour

You know the love course, the hate come free, y'all

Those who protect and serve will knock your seed off

The energy is negative, it's not to feed off

Shit'll cool down when we knock the heat off

[Outro: Jadakiss]

Get it? R.I.P. Freddie Gray

Rest in peace homie that they shot in the back in South Carolina

Eric Garner, Mike Brown, Glennis, rest in peace, baby girl

And all y'all rappers, HA-HAAAEEH! Haha, one