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D.R.I. - My Block lyrics
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
 [Lil' Flip]
 From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look
 [Chorus]
 From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
 From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips
 And if you don't work, then you don't eat
 I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets
[repeat Chorus]
 [Lil' Flip]
 Late night, if you don't work you don't eat
 That shit is fo' real
 You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills
 Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O
 We don't believe in police, cause they too slow
 I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
 You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block
 You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
 You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'
 You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
 You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
 Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
 Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff
 Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
 I got dreams of seeing all my money double up
 I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed
 If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat
[Chorus]
 [Crime]
 Do any niggas wanna step to this?
 I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
 Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship
 And I ain't even bring an extra clip
 Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
 We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
 And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice
 Your final notice, ready to die
 Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
 My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie
 Eight sounds tha best high
 I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip
 Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit
 You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip
 My glock cocked, yo' block drops
 I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spotsD.R.I. - My Block - http://motolyrics.com/dri/my-block-lyrics.html
 [Dante]
 Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out
 I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South
 Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga
 Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas
 Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze
 Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
 And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me
 Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
 I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
 Fuck it when I'm gone
 Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on
 We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want
 Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous
[Chorus]
 [Godfather]
 We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers
 Down South they lean, the East be never sober
 Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
 I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
 You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused
 Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
 My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
 Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
 After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this
 Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius
 Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels
 Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle
 [Lil' Flip]
 Look, I stay on my block
 I get paid on my block
 It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block
 I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock
 If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block
 I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block
 Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block
 I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
 And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block
 I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block
 You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block
 I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block
 7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block
 What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh
 Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo 
 block, nigga, we do tha same..thang








