[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
I can tell that you want [?] you was scared when I seen you before
I'm on the block nonstop, bussing knocks, in the hood, I be getting my dough (I be getting my dough)
Block n***a, rock n***a (Hey!)
Gunslinger
Knock bitches, pop n***as if they wanna play
Go-getter, bring a bitch home, [?]
Cause I be on the block for life

[Verse 1: B-Legit]
[?] block hot, we knock on him
Twenty shot twin Glock on him
Willie pop [?]
Squeeze off [?]
Ease off on the thirty-inch rims
Known to move stones [?] from the states I ain't from
[?]
Pretending to be young, and I'm out there [?]
[?] I rock the booth
The truth
Automatic turf boy, soldier with stripes
And I can give it to you, if I [?] your life
Got a bitch [?], 'bout to buy me a bike
And one in [?], I keep high as a kite
I might take flight, and return in the same [?]
[?] man, just the way that I [?]
Heater on my hip for the ones [?]
[?] dealership, cause today is my birthday
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before
I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough
Block n***a, rock n***a
Gun slinger
Knock bitches, pop n***as if they wanna play
Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?]
Cause I be on the block for life

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Got D-Block right behind me
Up in your bitch, is where you might find me
Damn right, you messing with a block n***a
Knife, gun or the pool ball in a sock n***as
Yeah, and Imma give it all I got, n***a
[?] the feds, you a rat [?]
And it ain't never gon' stop, n***a
Grind hard till we hit the motherfucking top, n***a

[Bridge: Clyde Carson]
[?] play with [?]
I be on the block for life
You ever tryna find that white
I be on the block for life
You ever tryna find your wife
She probably on the block for life
[?] what it do?
Got hammers in my hand, who [?]
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before
I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough
Block n***a, rock n***a
Gun slinger
Knock bitches, pop n***as if they wanna play
Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?]
Cause I be on the block for life

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Block n***a, like a poster with my name on it
Not a lil n***a, I just posted [?]
It's a brand new whip, still throw the candy paint on it
Fuck an air freshener, [?] put my chain on it
Block n***a, I be chilling there all day
I ain't outside, then I'm probably in the hallway
And I be getting money always
[?] four way
And I can sence you getting jelly, n***a
Get a bootleg phone, and hustle on your celly, n***a
Then get a truck [?] n***as
On the block all day, ain't shit you can tell me, n***a
Getting that dough, and hitting them hoes
Getting drunk, blowing O's in a five star telly, n***a
And I know you think you hot, n***a
You can get your ass shot, n***a
Fuck you [?] n***a
[Chorus: Clyde Carson]
I can tell that you [?] you was scared when I seen you before
I'm on the block nonstop, bussing [?], in the hood, I be getting my dough
Block n***a, rock n***a
Gun slinger
Knock bitches, pop n***as if they wanna play
Go getter, bring a bitch home, [?]
Cause I be on the block for life