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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,227
Peak in subgenre #160
Author
Lil Rigga
Uploaded
October 19, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Lyrics
[Hook]
Dont come ta my block, sellin some drug
Cuz round my hood, we jus too thug/
Ya gonna get blazed by this gat
Never rollin down without a strap/
Down in Cleveland we clippin
So ya betta not be found trippin/
Down this block ya betta pray
Cuz you'll end up dead one day/
[Verse 1]
So many days, they always tryin to run away
Dont delay, ya might be da one to pay/
Try to survive by goin through da work
Before someone decides for you to get murked/
Day by day, hour by hour
Ya reachin out da hole
Ya life was jus toget a goal/
Gettin away from all that gunz-and-violence
Hopin that they wont be da ones-in-silence/
Always pullin out da wrong knife
Always gonna live da thug life/
Even after ya get off da block
You'll always hear that big old clock
When ya pulled da trigga to that glock
Ya'll never have dat side of ya locked/
[Hook]
Dont come ta my block, sellin some drug
Cuz round my hood, we jus too thug/
Ya gonna get blazed by this gat
Never rollin down without a strap/
Down in Cleveland we clippin
So ya betta not be found trippin/
Down this block ya betta pray
Cuz you'll end up dead one day/
[Verse 2]
Goin on, you'll hear this song
Knowin that ya gotta stay strong/
Livin down here aint too bad
Knowin you alive, should be glad/
But dont let people talk some sh**
To be betta at thangs, ya gotta commit/
b*** es actin like they know what they doin
Tryin to make some dough is wat they pursuin/
Out hustle, im makin up da master scam
F*** in ya gurl and no disaster...damn!!/
n*** s be hatin when im ridin durty
But i dont give a f*** ..
I got someone ta watch my own back
Sellin, but people wantin to steal crack/
But yo people dont got da time of day
F*** them laws, they jus gonna disobey/
[Hook]
Dont come ta my block, sellin some drug
Cuz round my hood, we jus too thug/
Ya gonna get blazed by this gat
Never rollin down without a strap/
Down in Cleveland we clippin
So ya betta not be found trippin/
Down this block ya betta pray
Cuz you'll end up dead one day/
[Verse 3]
This gonna be da final word
Cuz me dyin is too absurd/
I kno i aint got that much longer
But with every beef i get stronger/
Da po-po always gotta try ta stand tall
Gun to ya head, pressed down on da wall/
Homie ya kno, f*** da police
They all gonna die when i get released/
Later on, we all got that choice
But for now jus listen to my voice/
With a gun, ya feel da blast of this heat
With speakas, ya fell da blast of this beat/
Yo we always look up to heaven
With a roll of a dice, ya'll get a seven/
Ya betta get to becomin one of the great
Before ya find a gun ta ya head, and its too late/
