50/50 Twin - Luv My Block lyrics

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[talking]

Love my block, Gulfbank and Antoine

That's the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga

That the block that fed me food when my stomach

Was touching my back mayn

And I ain't gon lie, that's the block where I done

Plucked a few dope fiends, young nigga horny

Hot nuts, you know how it go

[50/50 Twin]

On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards

Chilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actors

In the back dice game, behind the sto'

Hearts broke cause Lil' Fo', done came in the do'

I'm dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling

Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging

After dark, is when the living dead start walking

Niggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarter

Niggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the low

Steady losing weight, because they steady on the go

It's real, I feel every hood is the same

Everybody doing the same thang, trying to maintain

I'm trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfish

But this water won't let me, got me falling off quick

It ain't all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make it

Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant

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Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me

North-South-West-East, cutty rep your street

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me

Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me

Crank the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat

Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me

From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch

[50/50 Twin]

I'm at a hoe house, while her nigga in jail

She putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freak

I don't who who came befo' me, or who got next

I'm just trying to get the subject, of some head address

Everybody fucking everybody, that's understood

We just strap up, because them hood hoe's pussy good

And a nigga will be lying, and that includes me

If he say he ain't never fucked, one of them young freaks

They hustle all week, and hit the club on Saturday

Hit the park on Sunday, pool hall on Monday

They getting pilled out, until they pass out

After the club, we sleeping at them hoes house

And all our money right, where the fuck we left it

In the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfast

Hit McDonalds, happy meal it is

Call it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what

[Hook]

[50/50 Twin]

Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot em

But that's just the way it is, they know we thinking about em

Laws come we all run, in different directions

Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave

Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts

That's what build anticipation, for my album to drop

Youngsters quitting school, and they fail potential

Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals

Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living

The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws getting

My real thugs, strive just to keep it alive

Selling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleed

Ain't nothing fabricated, it's all the real truth

As I write I'm in the Penn, is some'ing being produced

I'm a victim of the game, it's a god damn shame

Everybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what

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