Block of Rock - SPM

Yo, yo

I want to welcome

Welcome everybody to Hustle Town

Are we recording?

Alright, let’s do this fellas

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For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock

For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock

For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock

For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock

For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock

For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock

For years, I’ve been working on the block of rock

For years, I’ve been keeping nina Glock on cock (For years, homeboy, for years)

Now

If you wanna battle me, then it’s on

I’m blowed, while I’m

Creeping up, with a my tech, so now you’re gone

You shouldn’t have tried

That set up, now you ass is gettin' wet up

Cause real G’s from the

South east’ll leave you haters, tryin' to get up

You’ll definitely get

Dealt with if your bitch ass has a death wish

And on your grave

I tag, it’s the motherfuckin' Rican you don’t mess with

So let me keep stressing that

Lesson, to all y’all players and y’all haters

Haters keep watching y’all back

And y’all players keep creeping and stacking that

Paper

Now

Now

Why do these haters wanna plex

Why do they wanna be starting mess

Get the fuck out my face is what I suggest, cause I really don’t think that you

wanna test

This Mex

Comin' straight out the south east side of that Tex, so if there’s

Something you gotta get off your chest, it’s best that you don’t express it

It’s hard enough for a Mexican, so I really don’t need all that plexin'

There’s all kinds of player haters out there, so beware, let me tell you 'bout

those

First, you got them fraud ass hoes

Then you got them fraud popo’s

Then you got them fraud ass niggas in the street who just wanna plex and take

yours

Repeat Guess who’s back, from the pen, out to win

Sipping gin, with my kinfolk

Gots the grin on

My face, when I come through

If you ain’t down with these G’s

Motherfuck you

Cause that’s a straight up

Struggle in my barrio

Second Ward

Gettin' high on the patio

And when I’m wet

I’m a threat, to a rival set

I get respect

When I step

With my new tech

Don’t sweat

I, check hoes daily

On the regular

Talkin' to your lady

On the cellular

Creepin' on the lowride

In the middle of the night

With no lights

And the .45

Chilling at the Dope House

Low G

Is something you don’t know about

Little tricks

On my dick, 24/7

Treat them like a bitch

Still got them hoes beggin'

Keep it real for my people

I fear no evil

Stay high

Til I die, flyin' like a eagle

And as you know

Repeat You’re superficial

Talkin' 'bout life with a pistol

But you’se a ho, livin' life clean as a whistle

My missiles

Oh, they do leave body dimples

Attack your whole staff

Like a pack

Full of pitbulls

You simple

I’m complex

And comin' on next

Oh, take a wild guess

That South Park Mex

Spark sess, blow smoke in the darkness

You don’t wanna start mess with the heartless

I be the smartest

Hottest

Artist

My GM shine brighter than the golden arches

Shootin' star, yes

Oh, trick

No, blow

Endo, before they kick door

Then flip coke

Tip-toe, to the top

Tellin' thug tales

Of wicked love spells

Hoes and drug sales

Some fell

In fact, it’s most

So a toast to my niggas who died in the smoke

Repeat H-Town

Hustle Town

Did this for y’all

My boy, Low G

No love for every neighborhood

In this world

No set trippin'