Same Block lyrics

[Verse 1]
If you buck then say so, push a n*gga off
With the quickness of my Glock fo sheezy, blast a n*gga off!
Smoke you like you dro', f*ck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' f*cking do'
Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick
What's the business b*tch? I'm the lady of this Memphis sh*t
Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers
Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some f*ckin game
You b*tches be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
Yes you, yes you bought, f*ck what you haters be thinking or saying
Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway
I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my f*cking mouth
What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South
Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
I'm a stay the same, f*ck whoever talking 'bout I done changed

[Chorus: 4X]
I be at the same block, same hood
Same house, same sto', same folks
Looking good b*tch, I ain't changed hoe!

[Verse 2]
Can I ask you something, what you b*tches tryna prove?
Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool
See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
I don't want that babby-jazzy sh*t, I don't speak seeds
n*gga, n*gga please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo
f*ckin with my n*ggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot
I ain't tryna take no sh*t, or be labled as a duck
Never will I go out like that, you got me f*cked up!
You b*tches be talking that sh*t, do you think that you can handle me?
Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee
I don't think so, go and call yo' mother f*cking crew
I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through
Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper
b*tch, smack you, stomp you down b*tch, it be that simple
You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
n*gga come and take a ride, what you b*tches know about?
f*ck you b*tches, stick a mother f*cking gun in yo' mouth
Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky b*tch!"
Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable b*tch!
Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'
Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?
b*tch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real
n*ggas wanna f*ck when they see me on the B.E.T
Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD
Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man
You silly ass b*tches, you wish you could see the sh*t that I be seeing man
Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo
Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', b*tch I thought you knew
Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-f*cking streets (Bee-yotch!)

[Repeat Chorus to end]