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Scarface
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| My Block
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For the block boy, take it rough...
[Scarface]
Everyday its been the same old thang on my block
Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
Ya had to hustle, cuz thats how we was raised on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
We rolled the fox, we load the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
And even when it was stormin outside, that niggad be by
Thats me dawg, on my block, I aint have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
Hed be, trippin - and Id bet he still try to tease me
[Chorus]
My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy
My block - we probably done it all homey believe me
My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
My block - Id never leave my block, my niggaz need me
[Scarface]
On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops
Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out
On my block - it aint no different than the next block
Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house
And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it
On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it
On my block, its just another day in the heart
of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark
On my block, were cueing all the time, playin dominoes
Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes
back inside -- then we can fire
Pass it around a few times to get high
[Chorus] - 2X
[Scarface]
On my block, everybody business aint ya business
Whats goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?
On my block, ya had to have that understanding
Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire
And when the word got back, the set yo ass on fire
On my block, we got some Nam vets shell-shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block - its like the world dont exist
We stay confined to this small little section with dividends
Oh my block, I wouldnt trade it for the world
cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls
born and raised, on my block...
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[Chorus] - 2X
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28.Jul.2002 12:07:40 |
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01.Jan.1970 01:01:00 |
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