[Intro: Prince Dre]
O'Block, O'Block
(Cook that shit up Quay)

[Verse 1: DQFrmDaO]
Walk down on n***as out here, forty hurt them most
Them ninas, they hit throats and four nickels leave 'em toasted
All my n***as, we be post by the store, we some soldiers
64, from own my way, the city knows we on go, boy
So, if you n***as wanna come get your issue
We can solve 'em, we don't tote revolvers, we got missiles
Two-two-threes, seven-six-twos rushing to get you
Long live my n***as, disrespect 'em, now they miss you
Came in this bitch, all racks and my n***as got my back
That's a fact, 100K shit, still with Track
In the club with this ice around my neck
N***a reach then I react, up the strap
Had that boy running laps
Come strong, let's get back, we gon' make it in this rap
We gon' take 'em, don't play fair
Scream free Rage 'til he here
Riding same, we never care
Coming marching up your stairs
Spin the block, they never there
N***as hide, they everywhere
[Verse 2: Prince Dre]
Who want it? Let me know, when I up it, squeeze it, blow
Leave bodies on the pavement while them brains up in the floor
Ayy, the Glock get to singing, have you screaming, doing noise
Blow the [?], you be sinking, on the cement where he flow
Ayy, in that Ruger I got missiles
Five-seven bullets get to rip through your tissue
They gon' see you later, adios, and they gon' miss you
[?] send them cars when we flip through
Hop out, get to squeezing, dumping down 'til he dead
He fall, we gon' leave him with a hole in his head
Ayy, they got on red dot, they got [?]
He like [?], he [?] frozen, he was scared
Who want smoke? What's the issue?
N***a play with me, I send 'em killers, they gon' get you
Fifties in the Glock and you know we got the switch too
Bitch, we from O'Block and we go by The WIIIC too