lirik lagu m child - on tha block
[m-child] [chorus x2]
pushing rocks on the block, i’m never broke, man.
try to saw me, you get served.. with no regard.
boy, don’t test me ’cause i’m tired of teaching lessons.
boy, don’t test me ’cause i’m tired of teaching lessons.
[m-child]
we be deep, like roaches on the counter in the projects,
we all be slummed out, yeah, generation-x.
to you junkies who finger f-ck with your boy, i got that sh-t,
heat it up and cook that sh-t, stir it up like nestle quick.
my pager be on, making deals on the cell phone,
if you call me at home, i think you’re trying to do me wrong.
you know the game, i be a f-cking disease,
junking be rucking, looking at this guy saying they abcs.
i got a straw, they sticking needles in they tongue,
smoking out of weed bongs, some old, some young,
but who gives a f-ck, my n-gg- all talking dollars,
throw at school, my n-gg- teddy and i stole an impala.
close shop, 5-0, got a young n-gg-; noid,
all the dopies in the stash by kamikaze boys.
be on top of that sh-t, being broke, i can’t afford,
n-gg-s who slip-steal bungie jump with no cord, hah.
[chorus x2]
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standing on the corner and i’m gonna serve these kids it on,
junkies gonna stop and and kindly stop, asking me for more.
come and pull some credit; i can’t let it go out just like that,
i’m gonna f-cking finger n-gg-‘ pimp’ hoe until my finger get fat.
that ain’t the motherf-cking wait, f-cking junkies like to pay,
get my money, thing be the frontin’,
plus they down with the a to the k.
everyday, coming up to me talking about, “i got five.”
seeing devils in they room and -ssume they can fly.
found your -ss on top of the roof, n-gg-, i want you down here first.
as you on the ground, dancing around screaming, “yeah, that hurts.”
roll on over boy, you want another one of these monkey nuts?
i’m sorry, but a.. hole in a soda what you junky gots.
dragging me around, giving head, see, i don’t want it.
now a n-gg- on the crazy, with that late night, i’m on it.
trying to scratch some give and gets,
mc mack ain’t becoming your friend,
go to the southside; scan man meanwhile m-child getting his -ss h-t.
[chorus x2]
[m-child]
i say they call me m-child, fresh out the o.m.p.
i never let a junky slide, sell ’em p.a.c.
and cliqued up with all my n-gg-s that from the o.m.p.
if you think i’m lying, ask another my n-gg-,
that’s if you don’t believe me.
we young n-gg-s, we keep it crazy; the last days,
rapping and trying to get paid, f-ck being a slave.
duck and dodging my grave ’cause i’m not ready to leave,
i stay for perm, got a lot of naughty tricks on my sleave.
my n-gg-, let me procede.. they’ll discipline what you need.
take ’em down, do with me and break ’em down like weed.
i don’t give a f-ck; m-child, i’m worthy,
on the track, booming llell, go to sleep, wake up early.
n-gg-s thought i won’t going to make it in this r.a.p.
g.a.m.e., i mastered this sh-t perfectly.
by any means, i’m making green-child with it, yo.
like a b-tch i won’t go, so tell that sh-t to your hoe, yeah.
[chorus x5]
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