Ghostface k**ah - Block Rock lyrics

[Intro: scratched up samples] "You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off, rusty, low down" "Following me, it be the God" "Whatever, whatever" "God all" "All New York, ight" [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle Brolic arm, check out the ankle Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican s*uts On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback Same place you front's where you get laid at Strong arm a n***a for real, we eat ya food Like dog, muthaf**a, in replace of a meal Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes Exotic k**as who bribe to k** us, and we pay for a tab Don't matter what size the bill is We don't need your support, wack speech your thought Just to rhyme my sh** when the tape cut off The price of fame, a dope chain, the same chain Yo, he tapped to the roof, watch the block, watch 'em hang [Chorus: Ghostface k**ah] From Broad Street down to Milledge You f**ing with experienced k**as Mean wolves, silver back gorillas Them Theodore kids' gorillas You f**ing with experienced k**as Silver back gorillas [Ghostface k**ah] The grenade gonna hit like a bomb from Flex The street is never at peace when I palm a tech My enemies is sub, dude, I'm a black belt The moves I do, is how Bruce stick Kareem Abdul Same dudes give a b**h booze, stupid rich dudes Crystal, chandellier ice, keep a wrist full Cuz, if Lil' Jon, can ice his cup I top that sh**, and ice my nuts See I'm a threat when it comes to rocks At 3 A.M., you like damn, who put the sun on the block Is he crazy? Illuminate like the Son of God And still pull up in the hoopted out rented car With dust and weed on him, knock the neighborhood bully out Take his gun and pee on him The magazines cant develop my flicks The negatives came, and printed out them c-note chips Keep the heat flaming, beats banging, bottle of weed stanking Competition, yo, I'm giving out strict spankings Burn 'em like bacon, some want Satan In the hell fire, screaming, yo I'm sorry for faking, baking [Chorus]