Capone-N-Noreaga, Musolini, Maze, Goldfingaz - Baller Blockin' lyrics

They call me the youngest headbuster walkin'
Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin'
A guerilla till I die bless me when I'm dead
But for the bread I bring ya anybody head
That's how I play it I don't hold back
I tote gats be on the spot were ya sold crack
Nigga feel played then ya
Fuckin get blown back
I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac
Now BLOCKA nigga get off me

Get some off that cocky weed
And roll that bitch up
Won't play with me like I'mma
Choke that bitch up
Keep it on the turf I might
Be killin' to get mine
New prints on the back I make
A million in big time
I'll always be a thug until
I'm crippled and crazy
I'mma always stay close with Suga Slim
Wayne and Baby runnin' with a team off
Cut-throats and backshots
All day bullshittin neglagince and homicides

Cash Money niggas they don't play that shit
Thugged Out niggas we don't play that shit

Yo I rock silk you see NORE I pop quilts
I'm old school but still in
Tha game like Scott Billups
Yeah you came short
And plus tha case I faught
I had tha judge and tha DA both my boys
I'm a changed man speak to
Tha ghost of my pops
I bling bling on stage nigga gangstas watch
Thugged Out Cash Money fuck tha cops
Thugged Out Cash Money will take yo watch

Now she what y'all possessed me to do
I squeeze siamese guns
Turn niggas vegetables my life is ghetto
Half of y'all spittin a lie in front
Of tha judge like 25 nahhh
I'mma turn to tha street cut
Him near tha corner
Blood in his eyes, yellow tape
Cameras and reporters
So many years had me stuck in tha cage
Hate me now wish I was gone so
They could buck at my grave

From N-Y to N-O Thugged Out and Cash Money
I'm a thug B how you gonna stop hungry
We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies
Run up in hood honey's it's all good sonney
Throw your sets up nigga
Throw your side up nigga
Ride or die young nigga get high young nigga
Stay fly young nigga
Do what you gotta survive young nigga

Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it purpulatin
You smell me keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Thugs we stash your arms
Weeds get blazed from your face till feet
With us all we stay deep
Got beef we're surroundin
My Niggas cock back Macs from
Here to some 'the houses
Get rocked or get it on if you bout it
Cause boy you're in the zone
You take routes quick like Roy Jones chorus

I got thru any nigga project sparkin
(sparkin) wodie 4-4 barkin (barkin)
Nigga start walkin (walkin)
Lyrics be spraklin (spraklin)
Wit this Uptown talkin (Bling Bling baby)
You know that's us (Nigga Ching Ching baby)
Cash Money's a must i got a car from NORE
Let's do this wodie from yo jet to mines
Let's do this NORE
We could shot it in New York
It don't matter lil wodie

Lil Daddy I just couldn't wait
Stick these nigga fo they cake
Stop tha muthafuckin hate
Slow it down hold up wait thugged nosed 38
Left em sleepin in tha lake
Killed tha nigga and his date
Cash Money trigga play
Nigga don't you that I'll hit
You wit tha ch-choppa
Playa yo I'm really foul
Hit these hoes wit tha wow
Back off of me CHOPPA CHOPPA CHOPPA

Lil Wayne, Turk, BG annd Juvenile