Lyrics

[Chorus: Clyde Carson] I can tell that you want [?] you was scared when I seen you before I'm on the block nonstop, bussing knocks, in the hood, I be getting my dough (I be getting my dough) Block nigga, rock nigga (Hey!) Gunslinger Knock bitches, pop niggas if they wanna play Go-getter, bring a bitch home, [?] Cause I be on the block for life [Verse 1: B-Legit] [?] block hot, we knock on him Twenty shot twin Glock on him Willie pop [?] Squeeze off [?] Ease off on the thirty-inch rims Known to move stones [?] from the states I ain't from [?] Pretending to be young, and I'm out there [?] [?] I rock the booth The truth Automatic turf boy, soldier with stripes And I can give it to you, if I [?] your life Got a bitch [?], 'bout to buy me a bike And one in [?], I keep high as a kite I might take flight, and return in the same [?] [?] man, just the way that I [?] Heater on my hip for the ones [?] [?] dealership, cause today is my birthday [Chorus: Clyde Carson] I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough Block nigga, rock nigga Gun slinger Knock bitches, pop niggas if they wanna play Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?] Cause I be on the block for life [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Got D-Block right behind me Up in your bitch, is where you might find me Damn right, you messing with a block nigga Knife, gun or the pool ball in a sock niggas Yeah, and Imma give it all I got, nigga [?] the feds, you a rat [?] And it ain't never gon' stop, nigga Grind hard till we hit the motherfucking top, nigga [Bridge: Clyde Carson] [?] play with [?] I be on the block for life You ever tryna find that white I be on the block for life You ever tryna find your wife She probably on the block for life [?] what it do? Got hammers in my hand, who [?] [Chorus: Clyde Carson] I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough Block nigga, rock nigga Gun slinger Knock bitches, pop niggas if they wanna play Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?] Cause I be on the block for life [Verse 3: Styles P] Block nigga, like a poster with my name on it Not a lil nigga, I just posted [?] It's a brand new whip, still throw the candy paint on it Fuck an air freshener, [?] put my chain on it Block nigga, I be chilling there all day I ain't outside, then I'm probably in the hallway And I be getting money always [?] four way And I can sence you getting jelly, nigga Get a bootleg phone, and hustle on your celly, nigga Then get a truck [?] niggas On the block all day, ain't shit you can tell me, nigga Getting that dough, and hitting them hoes Getting drunk, blowing O's in a five star telly, nigga And I know you think you hot, nigga You can get your ass shot, nigga Fuck you [?] nigga [Chorus: Clyde Carson] I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough Block nigga, rock nigga Gun slinger Knock bitches, pop niggas if they wanna play Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?] Cause I be on the block for life