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    For the block boy, take it rough...

    Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block
    Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
    Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block
    And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
    On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
    And even when ya left out, ya came back in
    To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts
    We rolled the fox, we load the spots
    Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
    On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac
    Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
    And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
    That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
    Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock
    And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
    He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me

    My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy
    My block - we probably done it all homey believe me
    My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
    My block - I'd never leave my block, my niggaz need me

    On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops
    F**k a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out

    On my block - it ain't no different than the next block
    Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house
    And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it
    On my block when ya that f**ked up they laugh at it
    On my block, it's just another day in the heart
    of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark
    On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes
    Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes
    back inside -- then we can fire
    Pass it around a few times to get high

    [Chorus] - 2X

    On my block, everybody business ain't ya business
    What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?
    On my block, ya had to have that understanding
    Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
    And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire
    And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire
    On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked
    Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
    On my block - it's like the world don't exist
    We stay confined to this small little section with dividends

    Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world
    cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls
    born and raised, on my block...

    [Chorus] - 2X

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