[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
In the hood where I come from
We ain't give a damn about no rockstars
It's about being a blockstar

[Chorus: Ray J & Busta Rhymes]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar, I'm a blockstar (Whoa)
This is what we do, this is what we do (Yeah)
From the block to the radio (Yeah)
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah this the remix Slay, let me handle my biz
And give them the proper meaning of what a blockstar is
A blockstar up in the hood, see what they fame does
It's given law, bigger than rappers when they name buzz
And live the life most of you talk but be afraid of
Most of them dudes, you can't even disclose the names of
You'll probably see one when admiring the shine on 'em
End up carrying or breaking the state line for
Listen, and while most of you n***as sold
A dream to motion records, these n***as live by the code (Now)
I hope you lil n***as learn something
Cause that's the cloth of blockstar that I was cut from
[Chorus: Ray J]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Where do I start? I know where, straight from the heart
I used to freestyle with Cam, Mase and 'Gruff at the mall
Crack rocks in a tennis ball, throw up when the Ds come
Sheek, Jada and P, D-Block, you know where we from
Hoodie on, nickel plate, taped up handles
Pop to his rosemary candles at prayer service
The Aston Martin make my mama nervous, do I deserve this Gucci?
Too many pretty women throwing me coochie
Outside in the yard with a loosie, who's he?
Gwen Stefani in my top five
Grey Goose and Sour Diezel, you would think River Phoenix alive
Allahu Akbar, yeah I'm a blockstar (Whattup?)

[Chorus: Ray J & Rick Ross]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
Kay Slay, whattup n***a?
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
In '91, I set it off, pushing that ready rock
Whip it like I'm Freddie Fox, looking at a peddy car
I made it rain, you only watching fetti fall
I got so many flaws, as in too many cars
I call them candy jaws, therefore the panties fall
Soaped up like spaghetti straws, only in Miami dawg
Too cool to talk, my shoes Louis, you're
Still scanning them chickens, that's food for thought
I'm a blockstar (Boss) Frank Lucas in the flesh
FILA sweatsuits, three Cubans on my neck
Trips to Beijing, shit you ain't seen
Clips underground, my chips is mainstream
Boss
[Chorus: Ray J & Papoose]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa, Papoose, Papoose)
I'm a blockstar

[Verse 4: Papoose]
The lucky guy who always win at the dice game
The neighborhood wino, we all give him change
The dude who covers up his sneaker with a sock
Damn, he could pop a wheelie the whole block
The girl with the big earrings, they was hollow
But she was solid, she grew up to be a model
The basketball player who be repping
He never made it to the NBA, but he a hood legend
The rapper in the cypher with a lot of skills
Growing old in the cypher, he never got a deal
The fallen soldiers, Allah
Gone but not forgotten, blockstar

[Chorus: Ray J]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Verse 5: Vado]
Ayo, this dude think he smarter, before he hopped in
I hit my man with the revolver and clip him like a barber
I show you how to do it, from the kitchen like I'm Martha
Sicker than Stuart Scott when spittin', I'm a monster (Huh)
No heroin when I squeeze arms
Watch the nine throw bullets like Drew Brees' arm
I ain't Joe Clark, me? You can't lean on
Mink warm, throw up the set with three rings on
[Verse 6: Cam'ron]
Uh, blockstars (Stars) rockstars (Stars)
Drop cars (Cars) followed by cop cars (Cars)
Pepper spray, handcuff, never say
One word, word, don't remember yesterday
Check my resume, quick to catch amnesia
Extra K, two kis, mad reefer
Bad diva, my black beaver
Coke dealers, street sweeper, max skier

[Chorus: Ray J]
This is what we do, this is what we do
From the block to the radio
I'm not a rockstar (Whoa) I'm a blockstar

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay, The Drama King
More Than Just a DJ