Twista - Block Music lyrics

[Twista] I'm sick and tired of the p**y sh** Hoe-a** n***az I hear rappin, they must be p**y-whipped What happened to that Beanie Sigel fully sh**? No more sweet-talkin, I wanna hear about the fully clip What they bust from a pistol grippin through s**in a tissue But they ain't crushin a sickle, don't you be trustin 'em wit'chu Homie f** what's the issue, they will go nuts when I diss you Crazy for once in my nickels so bring a customer wit'chu Hit him with the back of the pistol and knock him unconscious My rappin'll get you, I'm snappin, I'm a monster and I'm as psycho as they get, I'm the sh**, don't get hit with the burners I'm heartless, I'm dark as [?] is the difference for murder Plenty riches I earn as the best and the bosses know it So much paper in the room I'm becomin claustrophobic Get my message out to the thugs as if I talked to Moses Score on these n***az every time I see Moss is open... [Chorus: Liffy Stokes] Yeah, this for my n***az on the grind (on the grind) When n***az out there on the deck that's doin time (doin time) co*k mine, don't be scared even[?] to use it Cause they're broke, startin the gang-bang music Block music (block music) This the sh** that you play when you get into it Block music (block music) block music (block music) Bust your sh** off n***a while I lose it to this block music (block music) block music (block music) [Skooda Chose] K-Town Westside n***a, that's where the hood at Gang-bang straight block music, that's what I'm good at As soon as Skood' snap with a track I burn it down this mantle to wax It's textbook, example of crack It's a gangsta party, weed chasers, a block, three haters b**h fast cars, a hand of gorillas, speed racer No NASCAR for that green paper I blast the Glocks to your team later Don't ask why I holla back, scrap Holocaust, n***a I'm a boss Cause that dead man pick-up flow, try me come across I catch you late night, Johnny Carson - y'all n***az probably vomit I live life Sinatra in Vegas, Armani garments Mob cars, makin moves or make some odd cars[?] Run to your little hotel room discharge five But n***az pop with they ribs turnin Just like on the block like they crib burnin I do it for y'all... [Chorus] [B-Hype] Yeah, I put you n***az in a cemetery And I'm delusional, don't know how many men I bury I got a nina, now you know that b**h I gotta carry But I'ma box you n***az, sh** I ain't never scary Don't get it twisted my n***a, don't let the size fool ya A swift kick up yo' a** is what I'd do to ya B-Hype a menace, I'll finish you with no evidence Gettin caught up in that bullsh** is irrelevant I'm too grown for my stakes, and these b**hes I break Cause I'm a f**in snake, f** you n***a go and hate sh** I'm a time bomb, that's why I stay armed And I smoke that backwood to keep my nerves calm Look for my right arm, it's bringin much heat And I'm a certified gangsta n***a in the streets I'm a monster elite, I got them hood figures And I'm comin real wit it, it's for the block n***a!