My Block lyrics

by

B.o.B


[Verse 1: Young Dro]
What you is Dro?
Every bit of hustler
When it comes tha block to my smuggler
Send 35 shots to your juguler
You're court case municipal, I gotta judicial crew
Super bad b*tch that I can kick some Jujitsu to
Flow ice-cicle, ya'll n*ggas typical
Temple wit yo physical, shinnin' through the ridicule
Diesel truck, semi [?], black pit, mini bull
b*tches think I'm buggin', I'm just thuggin' in that [?]
Dro

[Verse 2: T.I.]
My auxilliary, pop wheelies
I'm more definitely, you not really
You talk slick but you not silly
You don't want no smoke, n*gga
Body get back like good dope
My best friends used to cook coke
Want the tan? Mix it wit the coca cola
Yo b*tch know 'cause my hoe told her
Get the chip knocked of off yo shoulder
I'll .357, .44 ya, that's a bulldog and I'ma bulldozer
You know you don't no smoke, soldier
No warfare, won't be fair, f*ck n*gga
We prepared, n*gga pick a date and we'll be there
You can get shot and get jumped on like leap year
f*ck n*gga, yeah
[Verse 3: London Jae]
Don't make the news, don't break the rules, we takin' food
Pop at a pus*y for playin' possum, I paid my dues
I'm built to win, you made to loose
I make it my business to f*ck you over
I'm an as*h*le, I'm Trae Tha Truth
Run through them hoes in them hummers
Thumb through them bands and the commas
Valet the Wraith, I'ma stunna, kickin' sh*t like a punter
I promise I'ma do numbers, I want tha summer, I'm comin'
Got my n*ggas back for life and ain't never fronted

[Chorus: T.I.]
Know I got a problem, you don't want that, n*gga yeah
Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that n*gga down
You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox)
Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did
Know we sell that sh*t just like your n*gga now, we did
You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox)

[Verse 4: 5ive Mics]
Everytime I'm in the booth, I'm spittin' Grammy verses
I D-D-T yo baby moms, I'm talkin' Mr. Perfect
Let's keep it real, you gotta deal but you f*ckin' worthless
I catch a body with this shotty, ain't never nervous
Black cat, so clean, black cat 13
Been gettin' money since 13
Kobe bryant got 5 rings, whoa (5)
You violate, the goonies go retarted
And start bangin' on you pussies like Mr. Marcus
[Verse 5: B.o.B]
Yeah
My awesome girl named Coachella, backstage I get throat-chella
Her bestfriend wanna do me to, she gon' follow suit, she a codeteller
I came through wit my codeteller, few baddies that know better
I'm in the lab, I'm so Dexter, we get stoned, that's Rosetta
She missed every lecture but still I got some class
She not the brightest in the bunch but still she got some ass
Look, in every hood I get a pass
Rest in peace to Doe B, we get it out the hockey bag

[Chorus: T.I.]
Know I got a problem, you don't want that, n*gga yeah
Know we got a problem, we gon' hunt that n*gga down
You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox)
Ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did
Know we sell that sh*t just like your n*gga now, we did
You know how we usually do on my block (my block)
Bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox)
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