Ayo we can't stop, won't stop never intend to
They feel the style inside 'em call it jujitsu
Back to new York all the shit that I've been through
Some niggas say they dogs but to me they just shitzu's
I pencils down through all the thoughts and the issues
All the principals had to keep it official
'Cause you don't want no nigga have to grip that mistol
My fault the pistol turn dudes to fish food
These dudes want me lookin all miserable
Don't want me getting paper, go to Jacobs, or spend a few
But I be in them interviews
Takin bout how I spin in coups
And how the tech will spin a nigga like a interlude
Fuck around, give you flats like an inner tube
Poke you up, just some of the shit I'm into
So fall back, maybe you can get a clear view
On my life and how I steer through my rear view

They got me back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

I'm back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

Yo, ay yo they said it can't be done, no one can do it
I'm straight off promo, right back to it
Back to the booth where I gotta spit fluent
It's money in them streets, I gotta go pursue it
I'm the truest, you knew it, you know that 9th produced this
Soon as Guru looped it, the flow gets stupid
I'm sort of a live band, cause my sound is acoustic
They ain't biting the style, they wearing girders to boost it
But, they say I'm slipping, that ain't no new shit
Them numbers never lie, so you can't refute it
And don't confuse M with none of them bullshits
To the streets I'm tied, like my momma's tubes is
I couldn't fathom the sight of me losing
Any Malcolm X Boulevard, I'm 'bout movement
I'm getting money, I don't need your two cents
The structure been built way before The Blueprint

They got me back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

I'm back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

Yo, it's M to the E-M, headed to the top with this
Say it's niggas on the Roc that don't rock with this
Damn, that's the thanks I get, when you know I'm the one
That started all this fucking gangsta shit
Wilding out for no reason, smoking that reefer with your heater
Just me and Geda, tag teaming, heating the beat up
Rocking the Caeser, pushing a two seater with divas
Niggas didn't believe us, now they hate when they see us
And the grip got multiple features
Everybody got a car, dog, none of 'em leased
This a gift from a God, I don't go to the preacher
I floss for years, you watch me, I'll teach you
I just dropped MADE, I admit it was a sleeper
Everybody went out, copped it, now beating the streets up
Put it in my hood, in two weeks, it heats up
Bleek done stepped up, but Jay would never leave us

Back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

I'm back on the block again
Back with the rock again
Watching for cops again
All about the profit and
They got me back in this game again
But I swear we all gon' be alright

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Malik Cox, Patrick Douthit