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Lyrics
Aight
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
Ain't shit changed -still on tha block
Still pushin sackz -watchin out fa tha copz
Still bout my dreamz -still ridin clean
Steele like tha beamz holdin up a sky scraper
Na mean -can't fall -a big dog
With a crucial bite -come against my team
And I'm turnin out cha damn lightz
30 30 Smith Street Bellevue
Now move around
I need that money damn fool
U old newz -I'm branchy new -icy hot
Alicia Keyz -pass tha word -I can't stop
Clock got no handz -spinnin like a fan
Ain't shit funny -lootchionoz in demand
Dog I play it raw -call me call me young Boss
It'z better dayz -don't get lost in tha sauce
My big brother told meh -we gone set it off
I believed ey word and vow ta never cross
[Hard Hittaz]
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
See I can't stop these movez I make
Cause I can't stop these shoez I lace
But I'll put a bruise upon ya face
Then I'll hop in my ride and cruise away
It'z just tha way that we roll
Tha way that we play
So all u bustaz who hatin
Gone get out my way
I took a oz of some weed
And flipped it ta eight
And then I flipped from eight ta sixteen
I'm straight -now It'z a drought on tha town
Around my way -but see I got me a plug
Ta ship in tha weight
I'm on my way ta tha hood
And boomin on bay
And if ya thank it ain't good
Then get out my face
U just a nother new ****
New **** they hate
And fa tha rest of my ****
Who cool then we straight
Just get cho paper -yo paper
Cause paperz a chase
And thru yo struggle -yo hustle
A soon pave tha way
[And everythang gone be aight]
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
I'm still on tha block still in tha hood
Still doin good and every thang gone be aight
I'm still on tha grind posted with tha iron
Money on mind -u can believe that Baby
Learned a lot shit livin in tha projectz
Ay Burnt a lot of bulletz
Emptied out a lot of clipz
And I'm still on tha scene
Still bucky wild -Steele foe a hata
Lunchin out talkin loud with his crowd
Thiz a branchy new year
I'z a branchy new problem
Questionz i'ont ask -walk up on em
Then revolve em
Call me crispy cream
Stoppin us -That'z natethin
Aimz from them beamz
Like a sauna -leave ya blazin
Hear ye hear ye -u know what tha biz be
Get em 2 tha tele on they belly if they sexy
Still in tha club -still cuttin up
What tha fuck
Fresha than them **** on ya block
That'z why they mean mug
Keep a scrap keep it flippin like some acrobatz
I spend money -then I make it bounce back
Thiz tha major league -u minor league
Yean weighin up -hold it down
Close ya mouth or I'm showin up
Written by: Detric Demond Sykes