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Correct Luv My Block Lyrics
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[talking] Love my block, Gulfbank and Antoine That's the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga That the block that fed me food when my stomach Was touching my back mayn And I ain't gon lie, that's the block where I done Plucked a few dope fiends, young nigga horny Hot nuts, you know how it go [50/50 Twin] On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards Chilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actors In the back dice game, behind the sto' Hearts broke cause Lil' Fo', done came in the do' I'm dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging After dark, is when the living dead start walking Niggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarter Niggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the low Steady losing weight, because they steady on the go It's real, I feel every hood is the same Everybody doing the same thang, trying to maintain I'm trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfish But this water won't let me, got me falling off quick It ain't all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make it Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant [Hook] Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me North-South-West-East, cutty rep your street Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me Crank the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch [50/50 Twin] I'm at a hoe house, while her nigga in jail She putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freak I don't who who came befo' me, or who got next I'm just trying to get the subject, of some head address Everybody fucking everybody, that's understood We just strap up, because them hood hoe's pussy good And a nigga will be lying, and that includes me If he say he ain't never fucked, one of them young freaks They hustle all week, and hit the club on Saturday Hit the park on Sunday, pool hall on Monday They getting pilled out, until they pass out After the club, we sleeping at them hoes house And all our money right, where the fuck we left it In the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfast Hit McDonalds, happy meal it is Call it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what [Hook] [50/50 Twin] Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot em But that's just the way it is, they know we thinking about em Laws come we all run, in different directions Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts That's what build anticipation, for my album to drop Youngsters quitting school, and they fail potential Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws getting My real thugs, strive just to keep it alive Selling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleed Ain't nothing fabricated, it's all the real truth As I write I'm in the Penn, is some'ing being produced I'm a victim of the game, it's a god damn shame Everybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what [Hook]
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