Blockstyle Murderah - 11/5

Stack chips like Don Trump

Comin' wit the slump

So original head bustas

Makin' moves from the junk

Mashin' niggas

We stay loaded, fully loaded

Let the game be noted

We only comin' wit the coldest, hold up

In '99 we breakin' 'em off wit major heat

Sweepin' the industry off they feet

Hypnotize 'em wit the beats

It’s the most hated, America’s most blunted

See niggas come from the bottom

Then we turn around and run it

Comfront it, we got cha

Hollow points in the chamber

Releasin' the anger

Fuckin' around get caught up in the caper

People stoppin' my paper

Ain’t no time for no games

I’m watchin' niggas catch the vapors

While I’m doin' my thang

I hit the block and I swang

Niggas and bitches they be jockin'

They wanna floss wit us

Cuz they know we 'bout the lock and load

We warmed up for the score

'Bout to hit 'em wit a little bit of hardcore

Cuz in my lifetime I’d a done gang of shit

Invloved wit 211's, 187's for the chills

Another blockstyle murderah

Another blockstyle murderah

We 'bout to have it bitch

And since I was a itty bitty niggy on the corner

I was a performer

Now my music gets women through California

Love to get up on it

We disinigrate all opponents

And represent it, wit windows tinted

Till you can’t control it

It’s the O to the fuckin' A-K

D to the A-L-D

Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase

So you can’t tell me a muthafuckin' thang

But the

We too much blood gushers

Cuz you ain’t the one that run the hood

We from the goods

Like they say, «Talk is cheap»

Oh yeah, they workin' the tech

So you get swepped up off your feet

Now break up off of me, heard me

In the game

I’m a fill the lane like I’m James Worthy

Hella slurvy

Yes indeedy that’s your boy

That would keep the backpack

And the clack-clack, you be destroyed

You shouldn’t have never got me pumped

And now your soul is full of holes

They’ve come to mop him up

Cuz I was sloppy drunk

And had to pop him up

It’s just the flossamatic, caught the cabbage

Nigga what, in the cuts, get no bumps

Till my pockets got the mumps

And when they jump

We let them cats off

That’ll take yo head off

Wit no explination, no hesitation

Nigga just smash on

Before the chance was smooth

And all the work, yo ass was through

Hoppin' fences, coherant distance while we passin' through

I’m here to let you know boy

We get to buckin'

When you fuckin' wit them snow boys

And makin' more noise

You know

Cuz we be flippin' the script

On top wit big faces

Known in hella places

Illutin' all the drug cases

Fuck the basics, we goin' all out

We got to show these muthafuckas what the Sco be about

You got to follow your route

Follow your route, follow your route

Cuz without the paper

Niggas gon' be assed out

I’m talkin' word of mouth

I said, «You in it for the whores»

You know my Hunter’s point niggas be straight hard