M.m.o. - The Block lyrics
rate me[Trigg-nomm]Yo, look what the block done did to the kidGot me on the run from the pigs, rocking a wigBaby carriage, glock and a bib, some not knowing it's TriggOthers like, yo is he Trigg? He blowing a cig'Be on the, blow in the crib, got dough in the cribA o in the fridge, 'dro in the fridge, Don, Crys', Mo' in the fridgeI stay in the crib, wit a fly bitchBe it Bedstuy or a C.I. bitchThat get low, like an M.A.R.C.Y. bitchOr I be on 125th, in Grant ProjectsEating food wit Gotti, P-Nut and Lil' FoolPistol packing dudes, quick to cock back and clap a foolASk around, check the attributeIt's only natural, we clap at youDamn, look what the block done did to the kidMe and Rel used to run together, now we don't even have fun togetherAnd Lil' Mikey think he big enough to fight meWit other youngings on the block who wanna be just like meWhile busting my gat, I be bubbling crackWhile parleying in Cali wit Dogg Pound writing wit ShaqWho can say they opened for Big, the game was no gimmickPac was gone, Wu was strong, Snoop was down wit No LimitSo I done, been wit the best, and did it wit the restNow I live wit the stress, and get it like I know bestLook what the block done did to my manThey done murdered his whole fam, I'dda renigned wit his handLook what the block done did to the GodHe done got hit wit a hundred yardsLeft a wife, three seeds and his mother scaredI know it gotta be hard, when cats sing like they Chico DeBargeLook what the block done did to the teamWho comes clean, who really fake, who turn states, who took the weightWho copped cook, then chopped, then distribute the weightWho got hooked, who got popped, who smart and got awayWhen gangsta is what gangsta doesAnd we live wit gangsta Crips and gangsta BloodsWho do gangsta shit, strictly, for gangsta loveIs you gangsta bitch? Or is you a wanksta, cuzYou get paper, dick ? Or is you a paper thugWho got paper slick, now you really think you thugLook what the block done did to our babiesLook what the block done did to our ladiesGot fifty percent of us shadyThe other fifty percent, on some if and maybeIf it was a fifth, we be sippin' Hennessey and blazing weedLook what the block done did to you, B, it do the same to meWhether I'm O.T. or at O.T.Look what the block done did to the loveLook what the block done did to the trustLook how the block bust back when they rushLook what the block got us doing to usTil we in the box, the cell block, ruining usLook what the block done did to the dreamI'm on M.L.K. Boulevard, pleasuring key's wit a triple beamLook what the block done did to the fiendsLook how they come back, similar to how the ones stackOr when the funds slack, how the M1 clapI'm on the block, making a come back, what, nigga
