| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Come to the block— (Block—)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Kids hustle on the block (The block)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| My theme is all about making the green (Green)
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| This style of mine is well-defined
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| Kids hustle on the block (Okay), The block
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| We got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
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| Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
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| Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust
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| Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the Dutch
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| Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods
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| Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements
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| I’m the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape, though
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| Mama didn’t give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio (Woo)
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| Look here, y’all should come procreate with a winner
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| If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I’ll make it a tremor
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| I’m cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December
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| When I’m finished, make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, nigga
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| We collect bones where blood is drawn and slugs is blown
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| Nigga, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne
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| Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling
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| Like a Detroit party when «Step in the Name of Love» is on
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Come to the block— (Block—)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Kids hustle on the block (The block)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| My theme is all about making the green (Green)
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| This style of mine is well-defined
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| Kids hustle on the block, uh, okay
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| Kool-Aid known by colors, boy, we ain’t no flavors (Ain't no flavors)
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| We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers, too
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| They ain’t know their fathers (Fathers), they were born to strangers (Strangers)
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| We were raised by VR Troopers (Troopers), Wishbone and Power Rangers (Ayy)
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| Yeah, we confronted the danger (Ayy), we never did fear the outcome (Naw)
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| Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one (Never leave home)
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| Invested in quarters and Marvel vers' CAPCOM, see my nigga turn Mega Man (Mega
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| Man)
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| Since eleven never seen 'em caught without a firearm in his palm,
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| you would think they connected, woah
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| We was broke on a mission for the chose
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| Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach
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| Bitches swallow dick and sang on Sunday, oh, but this ain’t vocal
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| We were suckers though, we tried to make a wife out of them hoes
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| Stuck in the middle of 30 a time, shepherd been a black sheep
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| Lowest totem on the pecking order, all the pretty hoes wanted athletes
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| Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad bitches with the fat cheeks
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| That made us wait on the same pussy that got ran through like a track meet,
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| treadmill
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Come to the block— (Block—)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| Kids hustle on the block (The block)
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| Come to the block and make the papers
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| My theme is all about making the green (Green)
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| This style of mine is well-defined
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| Kids hustle on the block (The block)
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| Young niggas get on they 'Gram and gotta start talkin' all silly and shit
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| Talkin' 'bout runnin' my city and shit
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| All this ol' gun hostility shit, artillery shit
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| All this ol' menacin', killin' me shit
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| Reminiscin' about prison, ain’t really this shit
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| But got caught stealin' and shit
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| Sittin' in a van with killers and shit
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| Pistol in hand, dumb-dumbs in my lap, ventriloquist shit
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| I Proof, I Blade and Dilla this shit
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| I prove I’m great at flippin' this shit
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| And building this shit, Dan Gilbert-in' shit
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| Damn shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On the Block , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Allegory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп