• Artist: Master P
• Song Title: The Block
• Album: Game Face

Speak:
This one here goes out to the ghetto to the street corner to the homies
that duckin and dashiin the police to the souljas arrest out there putting
in work to the souljas out there making it happen sratght to the
Chorus (x2)
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block ain't no love on the block so we
keepin things cope
Verse 1:
Six in the morning till nine at night fens beating on the window looking
for the crack post mama whetting home said she went to bingo papa at the
bar tryna get the drink for me and my lil brotha just a young n**** and
for the homies that ain't here pour out a lil liquor we don't gang bang
just crack deal motor bike ten speed never rode a big wheel find me on
the front porch gracing in doors running from me on the front porch
gracing in doors running from the crops with the homey by the liquor store
somebody hit the cash spot passed me the mad doke CP3 callow living like
the war nut
Repeat Chorus (x4)
Verse 2:
This is for my young n**** don't be no domb n**** go to a gun fight without
a gun n**** we chasing riches we love b****es ghetto bollin sittin on twenty
inches watcha in the club show me love and all my no limit whoadie shack and
scrap we hared hitters thug figure ghetto millionaire 100% real n**** grew
up on the corn flakes wit the water learn to turn papa eggs in the quarter
wander why we out here and how we got here ain't no turnin back cause we was
court enough to die here
Repeat Chorus (x4)