Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] Hey yo Carl Blaze, tell Screw we did it BR [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] If you never ran, never will Sit up in the can, wait it out, never squeal Then you Block Royal See that the team is fed When it gotta go down, you aim beam at his head Then you Block Royal It ain't easy being a rider But I guess sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta We're not guaranteed a tomorrow But when you're royalty on the block, you're dying with honor [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Who practically own your jeans Play up in X-Bar and deep with Prostyle and Camillo, we rep hard Screw army, BR, BR, BR Don't tool on me We are, we are, we are More than a million strong, who want what Hey Carl Blaze just passed, we tight already, you could get stomped up I'm usually calm but, I took too many losses last year I swear I'm finna call Akon up My Senegal Africans get to clappin' for niggas, yeah Sit 'em in your anthem, get it crackin' and disappear We ain't a clique, we ain't a gang, we a family We're in New York, we're in LA, we're in Miami We definitely in New Jerz where plenty murders occur So just splurge when a nigga says: "Yo, that's my word" Free Flav, Cessa, free Jo Lo Free Umph, Mike My, free Joe Joe [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] If you never ran, never will Sit up in the can, wait it out, never squeal Then you Block Royal See that the team is fed When it gotta go down, you aim beam at his head Then you Block Royal It ain't easy being a rider But I guess sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta, gotta We're not guaranteed a tomorrow But when you're royalty on the block, you're dying with honor Block Royal [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Who VIP up in Exit with the bottle sloppy Ain't let us up in Lotus, so we tore down Roxy's On the side of the booth with Enough See I'm buggin, I'm drunk The shorty ugly, but her booty is tough And I stays after ass, I have to have something with a bounce Like a track from Dre at Aftermath Somebody said: "Let's slide to Ringside" It's popping a 2-Tone Inside with that wakatezee they watch out Clockin' the way we move Rockin' the crazy jewels But God forbid they should plot We'll be poppin with eighty-two's They don't call him AK for nothing What you're thinking 'bout? He'll lay something down in New York and take the Lincoln out All the way down to Sweets, get a shape up and eat Call Big Joe walk right in, y'all been on line for weeks Dennis line the freaks, so that VI's packed So I'm probably lying when I tell you that I'll be right back [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] If you never ran, never will Sit up in the can, wait it out, never squeal Then you Block Royal See that the team is fed When it gotta go down, you aim beam at his head Then you Block Royal It ain't easy being a rider But I guess sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta, gotta We're not guaranteed a tomorrow But when you're royalty on the block, you're dying with honor Royal [Outro: 2-Tone (Joell Ortiz)] Yo Joeezy, I told you (I know) Screw saw it (That's right!) Carl Blaze repped it (Uh-huh!) You already know how 2-Tone feel about it (C'mon!) Now everybody gonna feel it (Uh-huh!) Heavy Hitters got us (Let's go!) All Pro got us (Uh-huh!) We run around owning tha clubs with Hitless New Life is fammo (Big Joe) We don't even know what a club line looks like (Ha-ha) When you Block Royal you walk right in (That's right!) How many people? What you mean how many people? 2-Tone plus seventy-three (Ha-ha!) Yaowa! (Yaowa!)