Beat the Block Down

Pull up on our block nigga
You know we proficient
With them fuckin' glocks
And them sticks and them wrenches
Majin' Dew, I be a east side Colga trencher
706-334, representer
Aye I ain't never worried bout a nigga being hard
Want to duke it out nigga I'll pull up get the spar
Told that pussy ass nigga I wasn't playin'
I don't rock with him
Now his stupid ass laid up in the hospital

Beat the block down yeah nigga
that's how I be comin' down 431 and that SS nigga
And I'm beatin' the block down yeah now
I'm at your bitch house now I'm in her bed
And I'm right behind her and
Now I'm beatin' her back out
She ain't even know what to do nigga until
She went and told you nigga god damn
Now yo ass look sad now
Man I'll leave that hoe it ain't even your turn
No more, it ain't even your turn no more

Comin' for that fuckin' cheese call me Uncle Sammy
Got hundred dollar bills same age as my granny Fuckin' with a foreign lil' bitch, she Pakistani
You fuckin' with a foreign lil' bitch, and he a tranny
SWAT tried to hit the spot for the bells that we got
Runnin' down the block hot
Hopin' that these shells I got
Drop a motherfuckin' cop if he get in the way
Ain't tryna get caught so on my mama I'ma spray
On my mama I'ma dump, On my mama I'ma slide
On my mama I'ma kill, On my mama I'll go fire
On my mama if you think I'm fuckin' playin'
You'll be surprised
On my mama I'll put yo ass on a t-shirt with the skys

Beat the block down yeah nigga
that's how I be comin' down 431 and that SS nigga
And I'm beatin' the block down yeah now
I'm at your bitch house now I'm in her bed
And I'm right behind her and
Now I'm beatin' her back out
She ain't even know what to do nigga until
She went and told you nigga god damn
Now yo ass look sad now
Man I'll leave that hoe it ain't even your turn
No more, it ain't even your turn no more



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Writer(s): Dewayne Ryles
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