I'm still workin' on a chorus for this song, but here's the verses I got recorded so far. I love this beat too!
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Yeah, I'm that n*** on the block spittin’ hot like this
You betta keep your mouth shut or get rocked like Chris
Give it to ya any day of the week, keep playin’ me weak
I’ll have you layin’ all over the street
Arms wide open, huggin’ the BLOCK
n*** z scared when I’m around like there’s a thug in the SPOT
Get it right, I’m just me, I’m not tryna be PAC
I’m just tryin’ not to fall off this climb to the TOP
Cause it’s a long way down with no strings attached
When I get there, just show me where the greens is at
So I can get my smoke on, like the World Trade Center
6’2”, buck 50, still played center
Got the heart of a lion, the brain of an elephant
You can say what you say cause that sh** is irrelevant
When you talkin’ ‘bout I-B-E, I’m The Realist
Even all the haters out there gotta feel this
Verse 2:
Verse two introduces you a little to the hustle
You don’t need muscles to be ready to tussle
But you, should be alert cause there’s n*** z on the move
If somebody tries to rob you, what the f*** you gonna do?
Gotta realize, there’s more eyes watchin’ then the COPS
And you out there flossin’ like you wanna get POPPED
That’s the type of sh** that gets a motha f*** a SHOT
You can hate what I’m sayin’, but I ain’t gon’ STOP
Cause there’s n*** z getting’ locked up over some dumb sh**
Make money, but watch out who you run wit
A snitch will take orders for a shorter sentence
Why don’t snitches ever have to pay the consequences?
They the ones dumb enough to get caught up
Get knocked, my name better not get brought up
Actin’ like they rap, bringin’ the mic to ya
So if you need greens, I’m bringin’ it right to ya
