Перевод: HAWK. Million Dollar Блок.
block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar block [H.A.W.K.] On my block my spot, is hotter
I gotta deal? And serve so the government, can't touch my skrill Before I'm sittin in my big, house, on the hill Dark, not in H.B., Hall go, have a meal
strapped up My white tee shirt look like coke wrapped up Forces and jeans, can't wear slacks Got good hair, no wave cap Smoke block, standin on the curb
it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve At thirteen I was puttin shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to, get punched and bullied on my block
homeboys Down in uh, Clinton lockdown Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with, hehe E Block, F Block, lower H N-I-C in Rikers Island
too much (naw they can’t cross you) Light on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat Play it softly The truth speaks through this poetry For me to call shot Cock block
actor" - [8X] [Verse 1 - Lil' Flip] This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real) The G
t run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really want it) Betta not fuck wit me ('cause our hood is on it) [repeat] [Verse 1:] I'm a bad block crook
I spent three hundred on a cross! Pink and yellow, that's the combination. I know a skinny rapper out here player hating. Cause I got thirty blocks
flow so sick like twista's So sweet It can be cold like a mystic Instincts come so smooth Like what is it? Bk-h-dub ours like a wizard [Chris Brown
more, want it all at the door Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill? How its gon' look when I come through your block
out them holsters, pull that shirt right off your shoulders, pull that 9 this is how you hold her, pull that trigger, H U soldiers.Punk (punk), rock out on the block
a motherfucker like me had to fall down Not known why I dropped out Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out So now I gotta jet Only ran one block
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International ... uugh ... show ya young boys how to do this thing the maturation
law Fifty-fifty love showed across the board I'm a crook ready for war, motherfucka spiiting gutter for sure That's on my life, pushing the ready, rock steady on every block
that daddy) Starch flat no creases (Believe that daddy) Got that work, you a D boy (Believe that daddy) You a H-O-T Boy (Believe that daddy) Do ya Bentley
roaches Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga [Interlude - A.H. (X)] I'ma have to hit the block, then around to my hoes I got a
