| Lyrics: | (You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil'
Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha,
Look
[Chorus]
From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
From yo' block to my
block, we packin' clips
And if you don't work, then you don't eat
I'm tell you like this, it
get rough on these streets
[repeat Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Late night, if you
don't work you don't eat
That shit is fo' real
You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit
on yo' bills
Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O
We don't believe in police, cause they too
slow
I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
You wanna feel like I feel then go sit
on my block
You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
You might see canines, sniffin'
and searchin'
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
You might see a whole block
full of thugs and stuff
Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
Real niggas in the kitchen
cuttin' stuff
Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
I got dreams of seeing all my money
double up
I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed
If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo'
hand on yo' heat
[Chorus]
[Crime]
Do any niggas wanna step to this?
I back
'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
Look at your men, they all jumpin'
ship
And I ain't even bring an extra clip
Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
We
comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice
Your
final notice, ready to die
Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
My whole
clicks alibi, fuck th |
