Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - My Block lyrics
[Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - My Block lyrics]
Please don't hang around with me
Careful where I'm from, bruh
Don't play your games with me shit
I'm from that project right
There in Brooklyn, cooper
13th Buildin', 7 story high
But, oh boy, did they let it fly
And there we have it
I 'member the first time I
Gave someone a buck fifty
And they blood hit me
I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy
Don't fuck wit' me"
A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat
My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens
Through the 'jects
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
We smoke L's in the stairs
Sip Cisco with thots
The best head was on a roof
That was top notch top my Glock cocked
Bubble Goose, I move red tops
Nickels, five dollars a pop
5 for 20, they cop like clockwork
I cop work, get Kenny to chef it
RIP to the best coke, Cookie a legend
A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays
Me no play this jump off my hip, you DOA
See your way through my E's if
You ain't from my hood
'Cause askin' for a buildin'
Number ain't good
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Yeah, that's us chillin' in front of the
Buildin', made a killin', drug dealin'
And we don't bust traps in front
Of children or old folk
We grown folk, villains
Tryna devise a plan to turn
These grams into a million
I don't wanna be civilian
Too spoiled for a 9 to 5
Baby, I'm alive to be the
Guy my hood could idolize
I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy
And get the stock rims, revitalized
Pop up out the car, watch like surprised
I buy a prize
Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable
Only time of servin' squares in my
Circle is at the table
Add 'em a lil' water, that Eve
I hit the block long as I got that 'caine
I'm able to flip the rock i swear to god
I finger-fuck this fortyorty like
We in a orgy
And have these bullets shakin' up
Whoever comin' for me
Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings
Like them old school forefinger joints
My name ring
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Yeah, yeah real easy, real careful
Walk lightly through my hood hehe, word up
Careful where I'm from, bruh
Don't play your games with me shit
I'm from that project right
There in Brooklyn, cooper
13th Buildin', 7 story high
But, oh boy, did they let it fly
And there we have it
I 'member the first time I
Gave someone a buck fifty
And they blood hit me
I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy
Don't fuck wit' me"
A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat
My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens
Through the 'jects
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
We smoke L's in the stairs
Sip Cisco with thots
The best head was on a roof
That was top notch top my Glock cocked
Bubble Goose, I move red tops
Nickels, five dollars a pop
5 for 20, they cop like clockwork
I cop work, get Kenny to chef it
RIP to the best coke, Cookie a legend
A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays
Me no play this jump off my hip, you DOA
See your way through my E's if
You ain't from my hood
'Cause askin' for a buildin'
Number ain't good
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Yeah, that's us chillin' in front of the
Buildin', made a killin', drug dealin'
And we don't bust traps in front
Of children or old folk
We grown folk, villains
Tryna devise a plan to turn
These grams into a million
I don't wanna be civilian
Too spoiled for a 9 to 5
Baby, I'm alive to be the
Guy my hood could idolize
I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy
And get the stock rims, revitalized
Pop up out the car, watch like surprised
I buy a prize
Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable
Only time of servin' squares in my
Circle is at the table
Add 'em a lil' water, that Eve
I hit the block long as I got that 'caine
I'm able to flip the rock i swear to god
I finger-fuck this fortyorty like
We in a orgy
And have these bullets shakin' up
Whoever comin' for me
Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings
Like them old school forefinger joints
My name ring
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock
On my block i wonder who I left outside
That might've got shot
Yeah, yeah real easy, real careful
Walk lightly through my hood hehe, word up