Off the block (feat B-Dids)

You arld know I’m strapped stay away I make sure the fam got the Glock b 4 they head out for the block mess with them you ain’t ready betts be prayin cuz idc about the gang violence I start it Eaton on them beans now I’m fartin I walk by ur house and it up for sale could your family not pay your bail cuz you poor now you off the block but the job ain’t finished I break into jail walk straight to your cell shart in your tolit that jawn lethal can’t breath get the gas mask that’s my last task now back to my hood lookin sharp like hella good it’s 7 in the morning and you out on the block not on my watch I lift up my shirt and grip on my Glock and throw it away this a real man fight fists only get off my block you lookin real phoney ( middle name toney speedy u know and I be in my brand new car it’s foreigne you know we be flooring like terry mccluin fill up a cup yeah we poreing hop on a bus u know that we tourin shoot on a goal you know that we scorein yeah down to the beach you can call that shorein kids in the basement you know that we lourin make ‘em do work make they doing some choring yeah I’m out I’m closing the doorin) yeah I’m retired hanging up the pads me and my boys you know that we rad. I mess with electricity you know that we shock me and the homies we hop off the block!