My Block

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dro] What you is Dro? Every bit of hustler When it comes tha block to my smuggler Send 35 shots to your juguler You're court case municipal, I gotta judicial crew Super bad bitch that I can kick some Jujitsu to Flow ice-cicle, ya'll niggas typical Temple wit yo physical, shinnin' through the ridicule Diesel truck, semi [?], black pit, mini bull Bitches think I'm buggin', I'm just thuggin' in that [?] Dro [Verse 2: T.I.] My auxilliary, pop wheelies I'm more definitely, you not really You talk slick but you not silly You don't want no smoke, nigga Body get back like good dope My best friends used to cook coke Want the tan? Mix it wit the coca cola Yo bitch know 'cause my hoe told her Get the chip knocked of off yo shoulder I'll .357, .44 ya, that's a bulldog and I'ma bulldozer You know you don't no smoke, soldier No warfare, won't be fair, fuck nigga We prepared, nigga pick a date and we'll be there You can get shot and get jumped on like leap year Fuck nigga, yeah [Verse 3: London Jae] Don't make the news, don't break the rules, we takin' food Pop at a pussy for playin' possum, I paid my dues I'm built to win, you made to loose I make it my business to fuck you over I'm an asshole, I'm Trae Tha Truth Run through them hoes in them hummers Thumb through them bands and the commas Valet the Wraith, I'ma stunna, kickin' shit like a punter I promise I'ma do numbers, I want tha summer, I'm comin' Got my niggas back for life and ain't never fronted [Chorus: T.I.] Know I got a problem, you don't want that, nigga yeah Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down You know how we usually do on my block (my block) Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox) Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did You know how we usually do on my block (my block) Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox) [Verse 4: 5ive Mics] Everytime I'm in the booth, I'm spittin' Grammy verses I D-D-T yo baby moms, I'm talkin' Mr. Perfect Let's keep it real, you gotta deal but you fuckin' worthless I catch a body with this shotty, ain't never nervous Black cat, so clean, black cat 13 Been gettin' money since 13 Kobe bryant got 5 rings, whoa (5) You violate, the goonies go retarted And start bangin' on you pussies like Mr. Marcus [Verse 5: B.o.B] Yeah My awesome girl named Coachella, backstage I get throat-chella Her bestfriend wanna do me to, she gon' follow suit, she a codeteller I came through wit my codeteller, few baddies that know better I'm in the lab, I'm so Dexter, we get stoned, that's Rosetta She missed every lecture but still I got some class She not the brightest in the bunch but still she got some ass Look, in every hood I get a pass Rest in peace to Doe B, we get it out the hockey bag [Chorus: T.I.] Know I got a problem, you don't want that, nigga yeah Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that nigga down You know how we usually do on my block (my block) Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox) Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did Know we sell that shit just like your nigga now, we did You know how we usually do on my block (my block) Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox)