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Come to the block and make the papers Come to the block— (Block—) Come to the block and make the papers Kids hustle on the block (The block) Come to the block and make the papers My theme is all about making the green (Green) This style of mine is well-defined Kids hustle on the block (Okay), The block We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements I'm the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though Mama didn't give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo) Look here, y'all should come procreate with a winner If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I'll make it a tremor I'm cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December When I'm finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling Like a Detroit party when "Step in the Name of Love" is on SongtexteCome to the block and make the papers Come to the block— (Block—) Come to the block and make the papers Kids hustle on the block (The block) Come to the block and make the papers My theme is all about making the green (Green) This style of mine is well-defined Kids hustle on the block, uh, okay Kool-Aid known by colors, boy, we ain't no flavors (Ain't no flavors) We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers, too They ain't know their fathers (Fathers), they were born to strangers (Strangers) We were raised by VR Troopers (Troopers), Wishbone and Power Rangers (Ayy) Yeah, we confronted the danger (Ayy), we never did fear the outcome (Naw) Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one (Never leave home) Invested in quarters and Marvel vers' CAPCOM, see my nigga turn Mega Man (Mega Man) Since eleven never seen 'em caught without a firearm in his palm, you would think they connected, woah We was broke on a mission for the chose Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach Bitches swallow dick and sang on Sunday, oh, but this ain't vocal We were suckers though, we tried to make a wife out of them hoes Stuck in the middle of 30 a time, shepherd been a black sheep Lowest totem on the pecking order, all the pretty hoes wanted athletes Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad bitches with the fat cheeks That made us wait on the same pussy that got ran through like a track meet, treadmill Come to the block and make the papers Come to the block— (Block—) Come to the block and make the papers Kids hustle on the block (The block) Come to the block and make the papers My theme is all about making the green (Green) This style of mine is well-defined Kids hustle on the block (The block) Young niggas get on they 'Gram and gotta start talkin' all silly and shit Talkin' 'bout runnin' my city and shit All this ol' gun hostility shit, artillery shit All this ol' menacin', killin' me shit Reminiscin' about prison, ain't really this shit But got caught stealin' and shit Sittin' in a van with killers and shit Pistol in hand, dumb-dumbs in my lap, ventriloquist shit I Proof, I Blade and Dilla this shit I prove I'm great at flippin' this shit And building this shit, Dan Gilbert-in' shit Damn [?][3:28] shit Aus Songtexte Mania