On My Block - Scarface

Everyday it’s been the same old thang on my block

Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block

Ya had to hustle, cuz that’s how we was raised on my block

And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot

On my block, to hangout was the thang back then

And even when ya left out, ya came back in To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts

We rolled the fox, we load the spots

Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots

On yo’block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac

Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high

And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga’d be by That’s me dawg, on my block, I ain’t have to play the big shot

Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock

And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me He’d be, trippin — and I’d bet he still try to tease me My block — where everything is everything fa sheezy

My block — we probably done it all homey believe me My block — we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy

My block — I’d never leave my block, my niggaz need me On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops

Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out

On my block — it ain’t no different than the next block

Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house

And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it On my block, it’s just another day in the heart

of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark

On my block, we’re cueing all the time, playin dominoes

Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes

back inside -- then we can fire

Pass it around a few times to get high

On my block, everybody business ain’t ya business

What’s goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?

On my block, ya had to have that understanding

Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys

And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire

And when the word got back, the set yo’ass on fire

On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked

Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks

On my block — it’s like the world don’t exist

We stay confined to this small little section with dividends

Oh my block, I wouldn’t trade it for the world

cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls

born and raised, on my block…