Message From the Block
Air Force Ones laced up it's alright
Fuckin with the ops believe that it's on sight
Nine milli poppin' we dropping em all night
But don't test me dog this dog is all bite
Took it to the city
We down to the nitty gritty
Found you floating in the bay and it really was such a pity
It's the North Park Mob active and we getting busy
Ray roll up on you he bust with the tucked glizzy
Still leaned back with my feet up on a thirty rack
Still moving units straight outta the back pack
Still put my brothers on all of my damn tracks
And I still ain't got time for your shit
It's so whack
Real life shooter I'm good on the mainline
If my brothers say we ride then we riding it's game time
Listen to me speaking straight outta the alpine
And I spit a little truth in all of my damn rhymes
Fat mufukka it's obvious that I'm hungry
Laugh behind my back I'm sorry am I funny
Play with my emotions don't play with my damn money
You're looking in the face of the man they say run it
Step back
It's a no no
Keep the gang tight yeah I'm never solo
I'm certified
And y'all so so
I make a phone call and y'all are no more
Comb through my discography call it a hit list
Ain't another body out that can say that they did this
Yo I stand out from the crowd cause they call me a misfit
Coming to get bodied leave you limp like a bizkit
Sticking with and kicking it strictly I'm from the block
Got the gum flapping capping no crap and it's all talk
I'm back and when I tap in I'm packing the whole spot
So if you're comin' come correct or get cracked with the padlock
Fuckin with the ops believe that it's on sight
Nine milli poppin' we dropping em all night
But don't test me dog this dog is all bite
Took it to the city
We down to the nitty gritty
Found you floating in the bay and it really was such a pity
It's the North Park Mob active and we getting busy
Ray roll up on you he bust with the tucked glizzy
Still leaned back with my feet up on a thirty rack
Still moving units straight outta the back pack
Still put my brothers on all of my damn tracks
And I still ain't got time for your shit
It's so whack
Real life shooter I'm good on the mainline
If my brothers say we ride then we riding it's game time
Listen to me speaking straight outta the alpine
And I spit a little truth in all of my damn rhymes
Fat mufukka it's obvious that I'm hungry
Laugh behind my back I'm sorry am I funny
Play with my emotions don't play with my damn money
You're looking in the face of the man they say run it
Step back
It's a no no
Keep the gang tight yeah I'm never solo
I'm certified
And y'all so so
I make a phone call and y'all are no more
Comb through my discography call it a hit list
Ain't another body out that can say that they did this
Yo I stand out from the crowd cause they call me a misfit
Coming to get bodied leave you limp like a bizkit
Sticking with and kicking it strictly I'm from the block
Got the gum flapping capping no crap and it's all talk
I'm back and when I tap in I'm packing the whole spot
So if you're comin' come correct or get cracked with the padlock
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Curtin
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