Block Life

(feat. ACD)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo, my life story - based on a true story

We popped MAC's all growin' up, while y'all played story

We were playin' hide the cracks, while y'all played tag

I was a young gun learin' how to fight back

A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit

Who picked up a habit for the block life kid

A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation

Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors

"Dawg, but it's all goin' overboard"

I told 'em - "Dang god you tryin' to take a nigga arm"

We're like a brick, when we come smashin' through

A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you

We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all?

Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome

With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm

Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song

It goes...

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Block - Life, what's the matter with your thugs

Block - Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns

Block - Life, everybody can't be on top

The Block - Life, can't stop, won't stop

[Verse 2: ACD]

Comin' up, I was a fuck up, burnin' blunts up

Playin' dice with the older crowd, puttin' dubs up

Some kids was into sports, I was into doe

You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress

'Cause the money was slow

Fractured my hand, I'm stashin' 'em

Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum

Wyldin' out in these young gun days, young love days

New to the game, but was curious about the fees

And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how

Niggaz blew up off cocaine, and opened wide

In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the -

But the hood still remains the same

Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs

Same slugs, new crews with MAC's

With thoughts to push it back, straight like that

Actin' up off Cognac, come through

Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the -

[Chorus: Prodigy]

[Verse 3: Havoc]

Yo, we use to play the lobby

Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby

Watchin' my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's

Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's

Young thugs we grew, still we're crashin' parties

Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body

Dukes stuntin' witchu, don't make us clap somebody

New rats and other run fast and tellin' friends who looked fat

We off the hook as the jook style

Years went by pages turned onto calendar

Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber

Kept it on me in school, got shorty cuttin' out Algebra

Niggaz always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us

Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation

Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation

Watchin' altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound

[Chorus: Prodigy]