Essay About Bust Somethin Nigga And Tha Block

The Block Is Hot
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Straight off the black gold, nuts in my hand, trustin no man
Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand
We be steamin, blazin, nines pumped in caves and
Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised in
Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and
rocks under they tongues and, kis under they beds and
do it for the real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers
EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers
Aint no love for them busta, no pimp for no coward
No respect for no stunt, and no money without power
We keepin niggaz hotter, EWWWW nasty and sour
Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and BLAKA at every hour
Some niggaz like that powder, fold it up what they drain
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins
From the home of the game, jackin and crackin brains
Broadcastin live from Tha Block its Lil Wayne
Nigga you got that llello?
Well cook something nigga
Nigga you let them Ks go?
Well bust somethin nigga
Are you duckin that law?
You better run from em nigga
Are you playin with that raw?
Well wont you front somethin nigga
[Wayne] Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha, ha-ha
Tha Block is Hot, Tha Block is Hot ha..
See where Im from we keep our guns out
Dodgin cops and burnin blocks, cause we be thugged out
Its time to floss, two big bodies on Broad South
and they got quarter staffs and birds that run the house
Its all good in the hood hustlin like illegal
Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto