Spin The Block lyrics

[Chorus: Uncle Murda & 50 Cent]
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Play me like I'm pus*y, I will pull up and bang bang
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Don't kick ass if it ain't gas getting smoked up
I'm back outside like me and my b*tch broke up
When we f*ck, my b*tch like getting her neck all choked up
She take the di*k, she don't feel pain like she coked up
It's 500 a zip for that budd that I rolled up
Wasn't cool to shooting kids was outside, but wе did it
Anyway, lucky no kids got hit
We was young and stupid, it was cirtain sh*t we ain't get
Strappеd up, can't let the opps get one up on us
So many n*ggas died, tryna prove they that they run them corners
Telling n*ggas where they could and can't hustle at
He was gonna get his gun, how you ain't know he was coming back?
Got killed by a n*gga, he ain't think he had the heart to do it
When he pulled out his gun on him dared him to shoot it (i dare you!)
Seen sh*t in real life, y'all only seen on TV
Question me about the though and i ain't see sh*t like Stevie (wonder)
[Chorus: Uncle Murda & 50 Cent]
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Play me like I'm pus*y, I will pull up and bang bang
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science

[Verse 2: Styles P]
I am not a Blood or a Crip
But if you touch me, you laying in a puddle of p*ss
Yeah, I'm peaceful, but I am a street dude
And n*ggas know, I'ma fire off when it come to the grip
I don't gang bang, no, I'm not gang gang
I'ma do my dirt up on my lonely the main thing
You ever seen brains hang?
Out of a fitted hat
You understand once he lose his life, he don't get it back
You ready for nightmares?
You ready for stomach aiks?
n*ggas catch a couple hommies, soon as the Summer breaks
Wait for the one to come
They go and get bigger guns
What I seen, n*ggas turn rats when that sentence come
You should've been a cop
You wanna spin the block?
[?] tell on the opps
Hope you hit with a cinder block
No, I'm not gang gang
But I'm a gangsta
And I'm no longer active
Hope n*ggas is thankfull
I'm juiced up
[Chorus: Uncle Murda & 50 Cent]
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science
I am not gang gang
I do not gang bang
Play me like I'm pus*y, I will pull up and bang bang
When my n*ggas spin the block, the n*gga that we came to shoot the f*ck up is getting shot
That sh*t ain't science