Yeah, yeah, yeah (MO motherfuckin' 3, nigga)

It's 4: 30, grab my thirty
We gon' spin at five whyyousay that?
'Cause that'sthe time that he
Walk outthe house
Look, shoot this bitch like Michael
Jordan did in '99 (Okay)
Busted down my Rollie, bought a Porsche
Fuck, who don't like to shine? (yeah)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops
(Ah, ah)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block
(yeah, yeah)

Ready to get 'em, don't tell 'em we comin'
They say they got beef (Bluff)
But I provide it, they gon' bleed
When I say sweep, they sleep (They sleep)
This ain't no alphabet
But I keep that AK by me (Okay)
And just know after that, they leavin'
Won't come back to speak (yeah)
Turn down they block when they get got
What they gon' say now? (What they say now?)
I upped this MAC, knock off his back
No, I don't play 'round
(Bitch, this a shake down)
I'm slangin' iron
This Calico gon' make 'em lay down
Make 'em look me in my eyes and told God
"He on the way now" (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
The life I live, I keep that strap
You know it's red rum
Block to block, sit in the spot
The doors locked until the feds come
'Cause my people in the hood who
Had to struggle never had nothin'
It's understood we livin' good, young nigga
We gettin' cash money (That's on gang, gang)

Don't want no drama
Better lay low and hush puppy (Hush)
Osama don't say my name, ho
I'ma flush somethin'
(I'm gon' flush somethin')
They say they ready for war
They better run from me (They better run)
'Cause when we jump in them cars
Choppa gon' touch somethin'
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops
(Ah, ah)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block
(yeah, yeah)

Did the shit
And everybody know that's how it gotta go
Made my respect multiply times four (Boosie)
Hot wit' the Glock, ten one, oh four
I done lost some real niggas
I ain't losin' no more
They say that boy the people, if he is
I'ma smash 'em (yeah)
Servin' his lil partna from the
O and I'ma tax 'em (yeah)
Nigga turned on me, sipped out the same glass
So I sent the nigga from behind
And hit 'em up nasty
Block-block shit, bad bitch
She might set a nigga up
'cause this pussy finna wet a nigga up
Bit-bitch I'm the don
So that's why they don't go on the news
They say the same gun killed like four
(yeah)

My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops
(Ah, ah)
Give a fuck 'bout a opp, we runnin' the block
(yeah, yeah)

Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): MELVIN A NOBLE, ROBERT EARL III STOVALL, TORRENCE HATCH JR.