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Chorus] You don't know when I hit your block I hit right You don't know when I hit your block, aight You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right
days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on
can of Krylon Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I rhyme on You had tights on like you had nylons on Boogie banga funked out panty stainer
[VERSE 1 (Twista)] I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
one up". mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up u need punch, for every headache hit that i took fuck off my jock before i rock ur block. and send u back
you can come on in You're good skinny jeans come on in Tight shirt come on in Ah that new rock n roll gay look, yea you're cool come on in [Tech:] What
She's in my face with thongs, chewin' lollipops I'll hit that butt on the low, just like Monica Play three tunes and let her blow on my harmonica I'
all of yoke come runnin out his egg im tryin to stack the grips that dont let me hit this dick cuz if i hit this dick ima shoot me a
Hit these funksters 3 times crazy and get low Cause everyday everyday fuck all that drama I hit the Bahamas for shows to get paid [J.T. The Bigga Figga] Come on, ease on down, ease on
Twin Towers And everybody lost period all we got is hope I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I?m on the block
s get buck up in the club And all my soldiers, fall out, gangstas, mob up All the homeys on the block Anny up on the fin and let's go get us a sack Serve
Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know what? It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from The streets of Chicago, Southside Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar
four and Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin' brew on the curve For my hommies my nerve They gettin' popped with the gat so I guess they got served Now
again now you got to buy sum mo now you got to up yo price cause you done fucked up yo dope hit the block make that bread serve em to the mornin mayn
The alibam's a must (Uh-huh, yea yea) Crimey and grimey weed smuckers (Uh-huh, yea yea) Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P With Mr
