My Block Lyrics - Crime

(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood) 

[Lil' Flip] 

From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look 

[Chorus] 

From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips 

From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips 

And if you don't work, then you don't eat 

I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets 

[repeat Chorus] 

[Lil' Flip] 

Late night, if you don't work you don't eat 

That shit is fo' real 

You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills 

Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O 

We don't believe in police, cause they too slow 

I had to do what I did so I could get what I got 

You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block 

You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin' 

You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin' 

You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff 

You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff 

Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff 

Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff 

Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up 

I got dreams of seeing all my money double up 

I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed 

If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat 

[Chorus] 

[Crime] 

Do any niggas wanna step to this? 

I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip 

Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship 

And I ain't even bring an extra clip 

Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip 

We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit 

And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice 

Your final notice, ready to die 

Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high 

My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie 

Eight sounds tha best high 

I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip 

Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit 

You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip 

My glock cocked, yo' block drops 

I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots 

[Dante] 

Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out 

I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South 

Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga 

Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas 

Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze 

Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave 

And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me 

Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9 

I'm livin' now while I'm still hea 

Fuck it when I'm gone 

Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on 

We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want 

Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous 

[Chorus] 

[Godfather] 

We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers 

Down South they lean, the East be never sober 

Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus 

I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice 

You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused 

Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious 

My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses 

Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish 

After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this 

Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius 

Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels 

Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle 

[Lil' Flip] 

Look, I stay on my block 

I get paid on my block 

It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block 

I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock 

If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block 

I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block 

Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block 

I hang on my block, they know my name on my block 

And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block 

I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block 

You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block 

I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block 

7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block 

What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh 

Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo 

block, nigga, we do tha same..thang