C-murder On Da Block Lyrics

On Da Block Lyrics

[C-Murder](Talking) 

Say Bass Heavy brah 

Turn that sh*t up ya dig 

De one here, ya muthaf**kas ain't bootin up on tha flo' 

(yeah boot up nigga or shut up) 

Lookin at that nigga Krazy 

Listen to it (3rd ward) 

I wanna see a nigga get hurt of this sh*t yeah ya dig 

We makin moves nigga 

On da block posted up ta get mine 


[C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) 

I'm on the block posted up 

Wit them thangs loaded up 

Hope them folks don't pull up 

Cuz if they do then I'm stuck 

I'ma be in jail wit dat dig look 

Hair all nappy lookin like a f**kin crook 


[C-Murder] 

I'm on da block with them thangs loaded up 

I mean them toys 

f**k them niggas if they f**k with my me or my boys 

I'ma tru nigga don't care bout nothing boy 

If ya start frontin 

I'ma have ta start somethin 

f**k the whole world 

If they don't like 

If I go to jail my old lady gonna ride me 

Cuz I'ma thug a a lil' ghetto boy trapped in crime 

I hope them folks don't put up a take my muthaf**kin dimes 

On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever 

Have you been ride for yo shit, nigga never 

Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun 

Shit I don't give a f**k nigga I ain't gone run 

It's degree but a pen in my future (in my future) 

That's why I live how I live 

Cuz that's all that I'm use ta 

You don't wanna go to war and that's real 

Lil' nigga gotta chill cuz he might get killed 


[Chorus] 2x 
 


[???] 

I'm on the block tryin ta make some change I'm tired of being broke 

So I'ma get my money right and smoke some weed and coke 

I couldn't concentrate in school with the problems I had 

When my brother went to jail is when I took the wrong path 

That's when I had to step up and be the man ta make it right 

Eat and sleep all day and hustle, hustle all night 

If anybody need me well they can catch me be on the block 

In all black with a glock and a mouth full of rocks 

Muthaf**kin cop straight fillin still totin glocks 

I'm on the block posted up chillin by the barbershop 

I told my nigga make the holla if them people pull up 

So I can get the f**k cuz I ain't tryin to get that dig look 


[???] 

I dig up in y'all like Min Yawl 

f**k around and get ya head cracked 

Playing with this tru dawg so back up off me lil' daddy 

Before ya piss me off 

Carry max, gauges, choppers, and double barrel sawed-off 

We ain't come ta have stuff, we came ta bust heads 

Burn houses to the pavement if we feel we gettin 

played, now everyday 

Hobbies is load and bust and knock a nigga leg off 

If a bit*h say somethin, now who be the rawest nigga 

T-R-U the most dangerous 

Just load'em up it ain't no thang ta us 

We maxing up a coming ta get cha 

Oh fake as* niggas gonna make us split cha 

On the block with the rocks getting richa, the picture 


[Chorus] 2x 


[C-Murder] 

Hum brah