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"The Blocks" was written by Ivey, Fredrick G/jones, Kyron/lawrence, Patrick Anthony/baxter, Jermaine.
"The Blocks" was written by Ivey, Fredrick G/jones, Kyron/lawrence, Patrick Anthony/baxter, Jermaine.

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Ayo, Auxiliary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars
Why's my chain so big with no job?
Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
Ain't it funny how the innocent change?

Used to be kinda quiet
A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
Until the shit expired
Learned to drive at age twenty-five

See I used to catch cabs
Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
Do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything to to have

Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
I got signed with no rhymes wrote
Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free
So y'all could know my shit

Know my zip, 11101
Pretend thug niggas own one gun
Bust shots and don't run
Late nights the police don't come
And if you still don't know where I'm from

10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
(Organized crime)

Livin' life on the edge way back
Now I get money and stay black
Some find it funny, others hate that
Reason why the angers developed

Put a shell up in the chamber
Let the gun smoke from the Nine I tote
Bassheads numbed off coke
A rib got broke, police slid

Yo, yo, you see what they did?
A lot of money to be made, now they raid the spot
Niggas engagin' to pop shots, aimin' to drop cops
The block's hot, niggas on the roofs of houses

There's a thousand niggas with schemes for gettin' figures
The Bridge blossoms with gossip
Chicks who cock suck, niggas who hardly wash up
And they light as paper weight

I guess it's safe to say my hood's got tradition
Q.B. Cobolition, while you be tryin' to listen
Regardless of the district we ballin' on a mission
At any given moment I destroy competition

10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
(Organized crime)

Fuck, I hate 'em and the Fourteenth will put the chamber
To their brain and bang 'em, you violatin' Q.B. had to lay 'em
I'll serve you if you onto that, hit 'em up with all of that
Seventeen, applaudin' they gat, I wrote a song to that

Twist the erb, dispose of that sack, ain't no more of that
It's 2:30 am black, where ya Daughter at?
The truth hurt, now I'm up in shorty boo's skirt
Take a sip of Jack D and relax G, it attracts me

You wanna know who's Donnin' these hoes? Just ask me
The way the jewels flash makes 'em wanna be nasty
Cuban Link cable, Dom Peri on the table
Look unstable, now I see why Brother Cain killed Abel

Love thy neighbor, we can live in the World
That's your Man Fifty Grand till he fucks your Girl
Now it's all out war over that Whore
Deja vu got you buggin' 'cause you know you saw this before

10th street
(96th and Spellman)
12th street, Vernon
(Queensbridge)

The pub, the hill
(Long island City)
The thugs
(Thugs everywhere)
It's real, the love
(Organized crime)

Songwriters
IVEY, FREDRICK G/JONES, KYRON/LAWRENCE, PATRICK ANTHONY/BAXTER, JERMAINE

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