(feat. ACD) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, my life story - based on a true story We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story We were playin' hide the cracks, while y'all played tag I was a young gun learin' how to fight back A 'lil rock head *****, who neva learned *******t Who picked up a habit for the block life kid A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors "Dawg, but it's all goin' overboard" I told 'em - "Dang god you tryin' to take a ***** arm" We're like a brick, when we come sma*******n' through A-C-D, M-O-B, ***** ***** it's you We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all? Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song It goes... [Chorus: Prodigy] Block - Life, what's the matter with your thugs Block - Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns Block - Life, everybody can't be on top The Block - Life, can't stop, won't stop [Verse 2: ACD] Comin' up, I was a ***** up, burnin' blunts up Playin' dice with the older crowd, puttin' dubs up Some kids was into sports, I was into doe You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress 'Cause the money was slow Fractured my hand, I'm sta*******n' 'em Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days New to the game, but was curious about the fees And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how *****z blew up off *******, and opened wide In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the - But the hood still remains the same Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs Same slugs, new crews with MAC's With thoughts to push it back, straight like that Actin' up off Cognac, come through Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the - [Chorus: Prodigy] [Verse 3: Havoc] Yo, we use to play the lobby Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby Watchin' my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's Young thugs we grew, still we're cra*******n' parties Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body Dukes stuntin' witchu, don't make us clap somebody New rats and other run fast and tellin' friends who looked fat We off the hook as the jook style Years went by pages turned onto calendar Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber Kept it on me in school, got shorty cuttin' out Algebra *****z always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation Watchin' altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound [Chorus: Prodigy]
(feat. ACD) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, my life story - based on a true story We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story We were playin' hide the cracks, while y'all played tag I was a young gun learin' how to fight back A 'lil rock head *****, who neva learned *******t Who picked up a habit for the block life kid A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors "Dawg, but it's all goin' overboard" I told 'em - "Dang god you tryin' to take a ***** arm" We're like a brick, when we come sma*******n' through A-C-D, M-O-B, ***** ***** it's you We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all? Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song It goes... [Chorus: Prodigy] Block - Life, what's the matter with your thugs Block - Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns Block - Life, everybody can't be on top The Block - Life, can't stop, won't stop [Verse 2: ACD] Comin' up, I was a ***** up, burnin' blunts up Playin' dice with the older crowd, puttin' dubs up Some kids was into sports, I was into doe You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress 'Cause the money was slow Fractured my hand, I'm sta*******n' 'em Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days New to the game, but was curious about the fees And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how *****z blew up off *******, and opened wide In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the - But the hood still remains the same Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs Same slugs, new crews with MAC's With thoughts to push it back, straight like that Actin' up off Cognac, come through Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the - [Chorus: Prodigy] [Verse 3: Havoc] Yo, we use to play the lobby Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby Watchin' my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's Young thugs we grew, still we're cra*******n' parties Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body Dukes stuntin' witchu, don't make us clap somebody New rats and other run fast and tellin' friends who looked fat We off the hook as the jook style Years went by pages turned onto calendar Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber Kept it on me in school, got shorty cuttin' out Algebra *****z always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation Watchin' altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound [Chorus: Prodigy]
