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Hit The Block
Rap
Hit The Block was released on February 16, 1999 by DNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro as a part of the album Da Next Level
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Release DateFebruary 16, 1999
LabelDNA MUSIC GROUP/ Hitmaker Distro
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Composer

Lyrics

You **** talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that
And hit a **** block, ha
But I don't really think you know what it means
To run up on a ****'s shit
And take what you want ****
Cause as long as I can remember ****
Down south, No Limit
We take what the fuck we want
Ha, I'm addressin to show alot of **** in the rap game
Shit bout to change
**** you gotta know your pay, chose your side ****, foe or friend
I can't pretend to love a **** when I know I don't
I can't pretend to love a woman when I know the fuck I won't
Cause eveything I seem to love, seem to leave
And every **** I see to trust
Seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed
How many **** you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind
How many **** you know smile when the judge say 99
I know alot of **** in the rap game look at the tank on my chest
And you say to yourself ****, you hate my kind
When you **** sit on top of the rap game
Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid
Then we came, **** starvin in the middle of the night
Like a new young rapper on a New York train
Then we stepped off, pay the toll, **** you know tanks roll
Why you **** strollin in your videos in the park
We was wagin bloody war in the dark
And if you about that talk ****, fuck you
Chorus
You don't know when I hit your block I hit right
You don't know when I hit your block, aight
You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right
Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2
Now ease up ****, don't make a sound, lay it down
I fuck with the Pound
And any new other gang won't make me fuck with this rap thang
I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels
And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit
And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan shit
Cause with the pound name ****
You know you be shippin enough out the door
And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho
See I was like Randy Moss, the top draft choice
Alot of you **** looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice
But that **** with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round
Now I get down with young savage ****
From LA to smoking weed with that **** Tony from town 87, and Chi town
I even get down with Jack Town Ballers, Mississippi ****
Callin me on my beeper sayin Serv, **** you need extra trigger
Forever ****, that's how I do it when I put it down ****
If you ain't fuckin with a ****
I bang, hang, **** lesson hang, sayin ****
Chorus x2
You know what I'm saying motherfucker?
You goin know what's happening
Like that little **** that like to bark say
**** talk is cheap motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin
So when I hit your block you goin know
To the **** in the rap game, I know you keep it real
Written by: Corey Smith
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