The Blocks Lyrics - Singles - Screwball

Ayo, Auxiliary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars 

Why's my chain so big with no job? 

Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names 

Ain't it funny how the innocent change? 

Used to be kinda quiet 

A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet 

Until the shit expired 

Learned to drive at age twenty-five 

See I used to catch cabs 

Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs 

Do anything just to laugh 

I'll cop anything to to have 

Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path 

I got signed with no rhymes wrote 

Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free 

So y'all could know my shit 

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Know my zip, 11101 

Pretend thug niggas own one gun 

Bust shots and don't run 

Late nights the police don't come 

And if you still don't know where I'm from 

10th street 

(96th and Spellman) 

12th street, Vernon 

(Queensbridge) 

The pub, the hill 

(Long island City) 

The thugs 

(Thugs everywhere) 

It's real, the love 

(Organized crime) 

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Livin' life on the edge way back 

Now I get money and stay black 

Some find it funny, others hate that 

Reason why the angers developed 

Put a shell up in the chamber 

Let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote 

Bassheads numbed off coke 

A rib got broke, police slid 

Yo, yo, you see what they did? 

A lot of money to be made, now they raid the spot 

Niggas engagin' to pop shots, aimin' to drop cops 

The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses 

There's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures 

The Bridge blossoms with gossip 

Chicks who cock suck, niggas who hardly wash up 

And they light as paper weight 

I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition 

Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen 

Regardless of the district we ballin' on a mission 

At any given moment I destroy competition 

10th street 

(96th and Spellman) 

12th street, Vernon 

(Queensbridge) 

The pub, the hill 

(Long island City) 

The thugs 

(Thugs everywhere) 

It's real, the love 

(Organized crime) 

Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourteenth will put the chamber 

To their brain and bang 'em, you violatin' Q.B. had to lay 'em 

I'll serve you if you onto that, hit 'em up with all of that 

Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to that 

Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that 

It's 2: 30 am black, where ya Daughter at? 

The truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skirt 

Take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts me 

You wanna know who's Donnin' these hoes? Just ask me 

The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty 

Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the table 

Look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel 

Love thy neighbor, we can live in the World 

That's your Man Fifty Grand till he fucks your Girl 

Now it's all out war over that Whore 

Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before 

10th street 

(96th and Spellman) 

12th street, Vernon 

(Queensbridge) 

The pub, the hill 

(Long island City) 

The thugs 

(Thugs everywhere) 

It's real, the love 

(Organized crime)