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The Block
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Block was released on December 18, 2001 by Get@Em Recordz as a part of the album Game Face
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Release DateDecember 18, 2001
LabelGet@Em Recordz
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Master P
Master P
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Master P
Master P
Songwriter

Lyrics

This one here goes out to the ghetto
To the street corners, to the homies
That's duckin' and dodgin' the police
To the soldierettes out there puttin' in work
To the soldiers out there that makin' it happen
Straight to the penitentiary
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
6 In the morning, 9 at night
Fiends beatin' on the window, lookin' for the crack pipe
Mama wasn't home, said she went to bang-o
Papa at the bar, tryin' to get the drinks fo'
Me and my lil' brother, just a young ****
And for the homies that ain't here, pour out a lil' liquor
We don't gang bang, just crack deals
Motorbike ten speeds, never rode a big wheel
Find me on the front porch, blaze the endo
Runnin' from the cops with the homies by the liquor store
Somebody hit the stash spot, pass me the mask, doc
CP3, Calliope, livin' like the warlocks
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
This one for my young ****, don't be no dumb ****
Go to a gun fight without a gun, ****
We chasin' riches, we love bitches
Ghetto ballin', sittin' on 20 inch switches
Hit the club, show me love
And all my No Limit whodies shake the scrubs
We hard hitters, we thug figures
Ghetto millionaires, a hundred percent real ****
Grew up on corn flakes with the water
Learned to turn pies and eggs into quarters
Wonder why we out here and how we got here
Ain't no turnin' back 'cause we was cursed for birth to die here
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Thugs on the block, drugs on the block
Ain't no love on the block, so we keep them things cocked
Written by: Master P
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