Crime - My Block lyrics

(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood) [Lil' Flip] From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look [Chorus] From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips And if you don't work, then you don't eat I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets [repeat Chorus] [Lil' Flip] Late night, if you don't work you don't eat That sh** is fo' real You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that sh** on yo' bills Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O We don't believe in police, cause they too slow I had to do what I did so I could get what I got You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin' You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin' You might see plastic bags with d** and stuff You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff Real n***as in the kitchen cuttin' stuff Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up I got dreams of seeing all my money double up I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat [Chorus] [Crime] Do any n***as wanna step to this? I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship And I ain't even bring an extra clip Just imagine if I brought my n***a Flip We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band sh** And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice Your final notice, ready to die Like my n***a Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high My whole clicks alibi, f** the piece I want the whole damn pie Eight sounds tha best high I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen sh** You really know who you f**in',you betta tell 'em Flip My Glock co*ked, yo' block drops I bust shots, ya'll call cops, f** 911 n***a we blaze spots [Dante] Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South Scream it loud, if you the meanest n***a Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas Me and my n***as, feelin' trapped like we in a maze Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9 I'm livin' now while I'm still hea f** it when I'm gone Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous [Chorus] [Godfather] We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers Down South they lean, the East be never sober Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice You n***as bogus, gotta keep my mind focused Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish After I recite this, you n***as shouldn't quote this Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels Like n***a la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle [Lil' Flip] Look, I stay on my block I get paid on my block It ain't no such thing as being afraid on my block I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my Glock If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block I hang on my block, they know my name on my block And every since I blew up, it ain't tha same on my block I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block 7 years and 5 days n***a, and I'm still on my block What n***a, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh Crime, New York, n***a Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo Block, n***a, we do tha same..thang