Spin Da Block Again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
You better spin the block again
You ain't shoot s*** you n*****
P**** n***** get a strap and
Get the thinking he a bully
Leave a n**** twitching
On the floor just like he
W****** cause you grew up
In the hood don't make you
Gangster you a p****
And that's facts
These n***** cap about
A lot of s*** they ain't on
My gift to your mama is
A shirt to put your face on
I heard his ice was fake so
When you kill him leave his
Chain on, these n***** some
Rappers that's the only s***
That they on, they be claiming
They be spinning they ain't
Never spent a bin b**** up the
Road right now getting it in
Bro you ain't no gangster you
Just living life pretend put
Them bands on your head
Swear to God I ain't playing
Type of n**** kill
You, you, you and a fan
I'm the type n****
Spin the block don't need
No z**
You the type of n**** spin
The with block your mans
Type of n**** beat the block
Down J***** C***
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
I got to spin the block again
A p**** n**** had me
F***** up I thought we was
Throwing hands
Until he lift his gun up
Told him put it down and
Get knocked like your pops
When he got roughed up
When it drop my chop gone
Hit your mouth and make you
Shut up get done up like make
Up I'm a have to beat his face in
Now a life sentence what they
Got a n**** facing cause I had
To use this chop to leave a
N**** in the pavement here
Lies an op that thought that he
Could play b**** we engraved it
I'm a spin the block again
Again Just like it was a r****
He a square yeah he showed
His true colors and I knew it
Send his whole gang high since
He feeling like his crew lit
They don't even come outside
Cause with this nine they
Get abused with
Street telepathy I'm trying to
See just what he thinking
Put his mind up on a ground
Like I'm speaking in Jamaican
Or I'll give the ops some credit
They be on s*** cause they left
Stinking better not get a call
They out there man that b*****
Better be vacant or I'm a
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
You better spin the block again
You ain't shoot s*** you n*****
P**** n***** get a strap and
Get the thinking he a bully
Leave a n**** twitching
On the floor just like he
W****** cause you grew up
In the hood don't make you
Gangster you a p****
And that's facts
These n***** cap about
A lot of s*** they ain't on
My gift to your mama is
A shirt to put your face on
I heard his ice was fake so
When you kill him leave his
Chain on, these n***** some
Rappers that's the only s***
That they on, they be claiming
They be spinning they ain't
Never spent a bin b**** up the
Road right now getting it in
Bro you ain't no gangster you
Just living life pretend put
Them bands on your head
Swear to God I ain't playing
Type of n**** kill
You, you, you and a fan
I'm the type n****
Spin the block don't need
No z**
You the type of n**** spin
The with block your mans
Type of n**** beat the block
Down J***** C***
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
I got to spin the block again
A p**** n**** had me
F***** up I thought we was
Throwing hands
Until he lift his gun up
Told him put it down and
Get knocked like your pops
When he got roughed up
When it drop my chop gone
Hit your mouth and make you
Shut up get done up like make
Up I'm a have to beat his face in
Now a life sentence what they
Got a n**** facing cause I had
To use this chop to leave a
N**** in the pavement here
Lies an op that thought that he
Could play b**** we engraved it
I'm a spin the block again
Again Just like it was a r****
He a square yeah he showed
His true colors and I knew it
Send his whole gang high since
He feeling like his crew lit
They don't even come outside
Cause with this nine they
Get abused with
Street telepathy I'm trying to
See just what he thinking
Put his mind up on a ground
Like I'm speaking in Jamaican
Or I'll give the ops some credit
They be on s*** cause they left
Stinking better not get a call
They out there man that b*****
Better be vacant or I'm a
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again spin the
Block again
Spin the block again
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Writer(s): Ste'tavion Little
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