Master P - The Block lyrics
[Master P - The Block lyrics]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto
To the Street corneres
To the homeless thats duckin
And dodgen the police
To the soldiers thats out
There puttin in work
To the soldiers out there
Thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window
Lookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar
Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that ain't here
Pour out a little liqour
We don't Gangbang, just crack deal
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha
Homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box
Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked
This one for my young niggas
Don't be no dumb niggas
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggas
We chasin riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the club, Show me love
And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto millionairs
One hundred percent real niggas
Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water
Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, and how we got here
Ain't no turnin back
Cuz we was put to work to die here
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked
To the Street corneres
To the homeless thats duckin
And dodgen the police
To the soldiers thats out
There puttin in work
To the soldiers out there
Thats makin it Happen
Straitback to the Penitentary
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked
Six in the mornin', Nine at night
Feinds beatin on the window
Lookin for tha crack Pipe
Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo
Daddys at the bar
Tryin to get the drinks for
Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga
And for the Homies that ain't here
Pour out a little liqour
We don't Gangbang, just crack deal
Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha
Homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box
Pass me tha match doc
C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked
This one for my young niggas
Don't be no dumb niggas
Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggas
We chasin riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches
At the club, Show me love
And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs
We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz
Ghetto millionairs
One hundred percent real niggas
Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water
Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters
Wonder why we out here, and how we got here
Ain't no turnin back
Cuz we was put to work to die here
Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block
Ain't no love on the block
So we keep them thangs cocked