Block Is Hot

Uh, uh, it's MO3, let - (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(MO motherfuckin' 3, nigga)

It's 4:30, grab my .30, we gon' spin at five
Why you say that? 'Cause that's the time that he walk out the house
Look, shoot this bitch like Michael Jordan did in '99 (okay)
Busted down my Rollie, bought a Porsche
Fuck, who don't like to shine? (Yeah)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah)

Ready to get 'em, don't tell 'em we comin'
They say they got beef (bluff)
But I provide it, they gon' bleed
When I say, "Sweep," they sleep (they sleep)
This ain't no alphabet, but I keep that AK by me (okay)
And just know after that, they leavin', won't come back to speak (yeah)

Turn down they block when they get got
What they gon' say now? (What they say now?)
I upped this MAC, knock off his back
No, I don't play 'round (bitch, this a shake down)
I'm slangin' iron, this Calico gon' make 'em lay down
Make 'em look me in my eyes and told God
"He on the way now" (bow, bow, bow, bow)

The life I live, I keep that strap, you know it's redrum
Block to block, sit in the spot
The doors locked until the feds come
'Cause my people in the hood who had to struggle never had nothin'
It's understood we livin' good
Young nigga, we gettin' cash money (that's on gang, gang)

Don't want no drama, better lay low and hush puppy (hush)
Osama, don't say my name, ho
I'ma flush somethin' (I'm gon' flush somethin')
They say they ready for war, they better run from me (they better run)
'Cause when we jump in them cars
Chopper gon' touch somethin' (brr, bow, bow, bow, bow)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah)

Did the shit, and everybody know that's how it gotta go
Made my respect multiply times four (Boosie)
Hot with the Glock 10, -104
I done lost some real niggas, I ain't losin' no more (bleed)
They say that boy the people, if he is, I'ma smash 'em (yeah)
Servin' his lil' partner from the O and I'ma tax 'em (yeah)
Nigga turned on me, sipped out the same glass
So I sent the nigga from behind and hit 'em up nasty

Block-block shit (block shit), bad bitch, she might set a nigga up
'Cause this pussy finna wet a nigga up
Bit-bitch I'm the don, send the SWAT, they don't go
On the news, they say the same gun killed like four (yeah)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (hot, hot, bow)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car (bow, bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops (ah, ah, bow)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block (yeah, yeah, yeah)



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Writer(s): Torrence Hatch Jr., Melvin A Noble, Robert Iii
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