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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Rap
Donny Hathaway
Donny Hathaway
Sampled Artist
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Stone
Lee Stone
Songwriter
Roberta Flack
Roberta Flack
Songwriter
Donny Hathaway
Donny Hathaway
Songwriter
Charles Mann
Charles Mann
Songwriter
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Songwriter
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nashiem Myrick
Nashiem Myrick
Producer
Lee Stone
Lee Stone
Producer
Greg Smith
Greg Smith
Recording Engineer
Hyungseok Oh
Hyungseok Oh
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ed Raso
Ed Raso
Assistant Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Woo! For the block, boy Take it rough, whoa Every day, it's been the same old thang on my block You either working or you slanging cocaine on my block You had to hustle, 'cause that's how we was raised on my block And you stayed on your hop until you made you a knot On my block, to hang out was the thing back then And even when you left out, you came back in To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On your block, you probably bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac Or Big Pun, or B-I, your homeboys from knee-high And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by That's me, dog, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot Niggas knew me back when I was stealing beers from Shamrock And my nickname was "Creepy" If Black June could see me, he'd be tripping And I'd bet he still try to tease me My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homie, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops Fuck a IROC, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block, it ain't no different than the next block You get drunk and pass out, and they back you to the house And when you wake up on the couch, you going right back at it On my block, when you're that fucked up, they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart Of the Southside of Houston Texas, making your mark On my block, we're cuing all the time, playing dominoes Keep the Swishers sweet down until my mama goes back inside Then we can fly, pass it around a few times to get high My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homie, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homie, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block, I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me On my block, everybody business ain't your business What's going on in this house is staying here, comprende? On my block, you had to have that understanding 'Cause if you told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once your mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, they set your ass on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets, shellshocked Who never quite got right; now, they inhale rocks On my block, it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small, little section we living in Oh, my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world 'Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls Born and raised on my block My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homie, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me My block, where everything is everything, for sheezy My block, we probably done it all, homie, believe me My block, we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy I'd never leave my block, my niggas need me
Writer(s): Lee Stone, Nashiem Sa Allah Myrick, Donny Edward Hathaway, Roberta Flack, Charles M. Mann, Brad Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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