Blockin' My Game - Chords

Man, I used to be known as a common attraction

Now cities cave in when my tongue is in action

And I started as a young boy runnin from classes

Keeping porno mags stashed under the mattress

Bumpin' 2pac, Nas and that Wu-Tang shit

Snoop Dogg, Ras, and the Boot Camp Clik

And I learned to move my tongue through practice

So I can used that shit and shoot back quick

I didn’t follow dick, fuck politics

I listened to gangstas rap about hollow tips

I thought that rap life was all about Swiss watches

Nah, try pissed off bosses and dishwashers

And it wasn’t all gravy when the prelude played

I had to work them streets like a meter maid

And yall acting like your life’s been on seafood trays

And Fois Gras, ever since the preschool, days

Why you blocking my game?

I’m only diggin' out my pockets for change

And you could grab me, lock me away

But know this: You ain’t stopping a thing!

Man, I went from being poor and cleaning floors

To stealing shows and seeing dough

With a little napsack packed chockfull of raps

From the bottom and back to the top of the stack

I chop 'em in half when I’m dropping the math

And leave 'em gasping for air in an oxygen mask

The way I’m tossing up raps and killing these bars

Got me watching my back like a villain at large

And people staring like goldfish, swimming in jars

Women and children in awe when I’m bringing it on

See I, handle B.I.

like Magnum P. I

And let the woofers run the battery dry

Cause I’m not your average citizen

I deal in beats, and rockin' crowds like Palestinians

And that’s just how I’m living so don’t mention my name

I should have known you assholes didn’t know how gentlemen play

Now times are getting hectic that’s why on every guestlist

At least two brothers with a deathwish are chillin' by the exit

See believe it or not, some people have got

Reasons to block my game, my aim, reach for the top

They can keep what they got, little pieces will rot

You’re petty little squabbles only weaken the thought, man

The door peep, it’s about time

I ride around on fourteens, but I float on cloud 9

And I’m holding down mine, so hold down yours

My vocal chords lash out and leave open soars

Provoking wars, it ain’t no joke no mo'

Don’t walk on the battlefield with a broken sword

And bolt your doors, this time it’s Chords rocking your boat

From now on you have a pitbull locked in your throat

I dip through fistful of the chocolate dro

And wip you, stick you from the top of the dome

I’m droppin' a load, stop on the road, and I’m out on the passages,

turn that shit off!