Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luv My Block, artist - 50/50 TwinDate of issue: 28.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Luv My Block |
| Love my block, Gulfbank and Antoine |
| That’s the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga |
| That the block that fed me food when my stomach |
| Was touching my back mayn |
| And I ain’t gon lie, that’s the block where I done |
| Plucked a few dope fiends, young nigga horny |
| Hot nuts, you know how it go On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards |
| Chilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actors |
| In the back dice game, behind the sto' |
| Hearts broke cause Lil’Fo', done came in the do' |
| I’m dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling |
| Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging |
| After dark, is when the living dead start walking |
| Niggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarter |
| Niggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the low |
| Steady losing weight, because they steady on the go It’s real, I feel every hood is the same |
| Everybody doing the same thang, trying to maintain |
| I’m trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfish |
| But this water won’t let me, got me falling off quick |
| It ain’t all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make it Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant |
| Ain’t nobody gon love my block, like me North-South-West-East, cutty rep your street |
| Ain’t nobody gon love my block, like me Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police |
| Ain’t nobody gon love my block, like me Crank the barbecue pit up, let’s burn some meat |
| Ain’t nobody gon love my block, like me From Hollywood to Garden City, it’s Gulf Bank bitch |
| I’m at a hoe house, while her nigga in jail |
| She putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freak |
| I don’t who who came befo’me, or who got next |
| I’m just trying to get the subject, of some head address |
| Everybody fucking everybody, that’s understood |
| We just strap up, because them hood hoe’s pussy good |
| And a nigga will be lying, and that includes me If he say he ain’t never fucked, one of them young freaks |
| They hustle all week, and hit the club on Saturday |
| Hit the park on Sunday, pool hall on Monday |
| They getting pilled out, until they pass out |
| After the club, we sleeping at them hoes house |
| And all our money right, where the fuck we left it In the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfast |
| Hit McDonalds, happy meal it is Call it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what |
| Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot em But that’s just the way it is, they know we thinking about em Laws come we all run, in different directions |
| Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave |
| Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts |
| That’s what build anticipation, for my album to drop |
| Youngsters quitting school, and they fail potential |
| Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals |
| Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living |
| The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws getting |
| My real thugs, strive just to keep it alive |
| Selling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleed |
| Ain’t nothing fabricated, it’s all the real truth |
| As I write I’m in the Penn, is some’ing being produced |
| I’m a victim of the game, it’s a god damn shame |
| Everybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what |