Do It For This Block lyrics

by

Lloyd Banks


This is for my n*gga, man
My n*ggas stay on "The Cold Corner"... {Can't forget... }
This sh*t is for me, youkno'Imean? {Marc Labelle! }
That's, I don't give a f*ck who like it... {Phoenix! }
I do this for him, and e'ry men who like it! {Mico! }
Real n*ggas be late...
This for my n*gga man!
I do it for his block!
I do it for this block! {"Cold corner"! }
I do it for his block! {Damn! }
I do it for this block!
Ugh! - I do it like it's more than just music (yeah!)
Sider spiritually - lyrically theraputic
How I shoot it? (uh!) - You would think I was tuted (uh!)
Eversince I was recruited (uh!) - I punched on beats - black 'n' blued it
Who would really wanna go I get silly with the flow (flow!)
Keep the milli' when I roll (roll!) - through the city hittin dro. (dro!)
Do I pity n*ggas? No! - The epidamey of flow (flow!)
New York City on my back - back to back Lambo's. (er! er!)
I'm the sickest one (haha!) spitten it cigarette with the dipp in it
I bang green! - But got goons bloodin and crippin it. (uh!)
Pimpin it! - My reigns infinite!
I fell in love with the street, remain intamit the AK my instrument (whoo!)
F'in wise n*ggas can't see with the naked eye
Weapon by n*ggas gone give me my respect if I (I!)
Get on a rapper he won't greive to get a second try
First of all I would serve 'em all like exercise! (exercise!)
Two b*tches at a time, new nickel nine (nine!)
Pitsburg pee line you won't get through mine. (mine!)
Big spurr we flyin keep the pistol by him
n*ggas think everything funny but it don't tickle dyin'. (tickle dyin'!)
And n*ggas cripple by him
Ride for most the night think Cristal buyin' long as n*ggas trying I'll be grip relyin'. (yea-eh!)
Poverty hip providen slide when they hit the side and
Why would I trust a tramp - don't won't no stitches by him. (uuuhh-oooohhh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooo}
Skip the sucker sh*t, still screamin f*ck a b*tch {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
They coming by the curnal and I pop 'em for the f*ck of it. (ugh!)
What's up with it? - You can't fit my shoe it's a custom fit
You know what I'm accustomed to - car dealer customer. (YEAH!)
Red carpetcompany - Loui V. comforter
Shorty with a whole lota junk in the trunk with her. (uh!)
The eyes don't lie and I can see a sign through shades
Behind the tint of the S - and y'all behind some greys. (greys!)
Monopolized new phase your profit rise you save (save!)
Don't go splurgen it ain't been off the block 2 days. (days!)
Go get a Glock an' 2 'Ks! - No laughin'!
If it's f*ck me it's f*ck you more. I'm old fashioned! (fashioned!)
It ain't for the awards or the b*tch ass props
I do it for this block!
(yeah!) - I do it for this block!
(yeah!)
I do it for his block!
Ain't no rules in Hip-Hop get rude get shot
(yeah!)
I do it for this block!
(yeah!) - I do it for his block!
(yeah!)
I do it for this block!
This for the hood, man!
Yeah
It's all good...
I'm outta here!
Get at me!
Ugh!
I do it for his block...
Can't forget... the boss... 50 Cent!
Get ya copies... on thisis50-dot-com! (I do this for this block!)
Damn!
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net