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hustle gang - my block lyrics

[verse 1: young dro]
what you is dro?
every bit of hustler
when it comes tha block to my smuggler
send 35 shots to your juguler
you’re court case munic-p-l, i gotta judicial crew
super bad b-tch that i can kick some jujitsu to
flow ice-cicle, ya’ll n-gg-s typical
temple wit yo physical, shinnin’ through the ridicule
diesel truck, semi [?], black pit, mini bull
b-tches think i’m buggin’, i’m just thuggin’ in that [?]
dro

[verse 2: t.i.]
my auxilliary, pop wheelies
i’m more definitely, you not really
you talk slick but you not silly
you don’t want no smoke, n-gg-
body get back like good dope
my best friends used to cook c-ke
want the tan? mix it wit the coca cola
yo b-tch know ’cause my hoe told her
get the chip knocked of off yo shoulder
i’ll .357, .44 ya, that’s a bulldog and i’ma bulldozer
you know you don’t no smoke, soldier
no warfare, won’t be fair, f-ck n-gg-
we prepared, n-gg- pick a date and we’ll be there
you can get shot and get jumped on like leap year
f-ck n-gg-, yeah

[verse 3: london jae]
don’t make the news, don’t break the rules, we takin’ food
pop at a p-ssy for playin’ possum, i paid my dues
i’m built to win, you made to loose
i make it my business to f-ck you over
i’m an -sshole, i’m trae tha truth
run through them hoes in them hummers
thumb through them bands and the commas
valet the wraith, i’ma stunna, kickin’ sh-t like a punter
i promise i’ma do numbers, i want tha summer, i’m comin’
got my n-gg-s back for life and ain’t never fronted

[chorus: t.i.]
know i got a problem, you don’t want that, n-gg- yeah
know we got a problem, we gon’ hunt that n-gg- down
you know how we usually do on my block (my block)
bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (a hotbox)
ride wit the work in a speaker box, we did
know we sell that sh-t just like your n-gg- now, we did
you know how we usually do on my block (my block)
bunch of stolen gats and a hotbox (hotbox)

[verse 4: 5 mics]
everytime i’m in the booth, i’m spittin’ grammy verses
i d-d-t yo baby moms, i’m talkin’ mr. perfect
let’s keep it real, you gotta deal but you f-ckin’ worthless
i catch a body with this shotty, ain’t never nervous
black cat, so clean, black cat 13
been gettin’ money since 13
kobe bryant got 5 rings, whoa (5)
you violate, the goonies go retarted
and start bangin’ on you p-ss-es like mr. marcus

[verse 5: b.o.b]
yeah
my awesome girl named coach-lla, backstage i get throat-ch-lla
her bestfriend wanna do me to, she gon’ follow suit, she a codeteller
i came through wit my codeteller, few baddies that know better
i’m in the lab, i’m so dexter, we get stoned, that’s rosetta
she missed every lecture but still i got some cl-ss
she not the brightest in the bunch but still she got some -ss
look, in every hood i get a p-ss
rest in peace to doe b, we get it out the hockey bag

- hustle gang lyrics

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