blaze ya dead homie & bukshot - blockwork lyrics
[verse 1: blaze ya dead homie]
fiends pushin’ drugs, how the block work (get it!)
get bread twenty four seven, clockwork
on the block daily, on the job, pay me
still rockin’ with that twelve gauge with that broken safety
ain’t nothin’ gon’ change me and never will
they say the predator is loose huntin’ for a k!ll
me and buk on that block so you better take stock
things we do for real, better guard your grill
ain’t no one really safe from suffering their fate
so when we in your place ain’t no room for debate
ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me from rippin’ out your spinal cord
throwin’ it right up on the floor, welcome to the morgue
[chorus: blaze ya dead homie & bukshot]
this is how the block work! this is how the block work!
servin’ heads all day for real like clockwork
got ’em all strung out, sundown to sun out
goons on the road so you better have your gun out
this is how the block work! this is how the block work!
servin’ heads all day for real like clockwork
got ’em all strung out, sundown to sun out
goons on the road so you better have your gun out
[bridge: bukshot]
a wise man said if it bleeds we can k!ll it
welcome to the morgue, we gon’ cook you like a sk!llet
a wise man said if it bleeds we can k!ll it
welcome to the morgue, we gon’ cook you like a sk!llet
[verse 2: bukshot]
it’s nothing, gs in the street make the glock squirt (yeah!)
gs gotta eat, how the block work (come on!)
from the hood to the morgue, better call your lord (uh oh!)
40 cal and a sword ’bout to pull your cord (goodnight!)
no parachute, landed in a pair of shoes
makin’ family members sick, drink theraflu
me and blaze holed up like waco
cutthroat, slytherin, chop ’em with that draco (pop pop)
ain’t no riddle when f+ckin’ with the shizzle (nope!)
play you like a fiddle, lock on you like a missile (boom)
this the end of all things, watch me absorb
every ounce of energy you got, welcome to the morgue!
[chorus: blaze ya dead homie & bukshot]
this is how the block work! this is how the block work!
servin’ heads all day for real like clockwork
got ’em all strung out, sundown to sun out
goons on the road so you better have your gun out
this is how the block work! this is how the block work!
servin’ heads all day for real like clockwork
got ’em all strung out, sundown to sun out
goons on the road so you better have your gun out
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