Block Rock

Block Rock - Ghostface Killah

You out there, on now

Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb

Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying

It's the hardcore

Set it off, rusty, low down

Following me, it be the God

Whatever, whatever

God all

All New York, ight

Yo, aiyo, the Wally man's coming, you can hear his chain dangle

Brolic arm, check out the ankle

Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup

You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts

On the streets, cousin, word life, them big boy Toys'R'Us

Got them S5 fifties Maybach's, push suede back

Four hundred g's, on the concrete, save that

Like James Brown, it's the Big Payback

Same place you front's where you get laid at

Strong arm a nigga for real, we eat ya food

Like dog, muthafucka, in replace of a meal

Give you a two hour car chase, flying through lakes and bushes

Holding the wheel, still burning the swishes

Exotic killas who bribe to kill us, and we pay for a tab

Don't matter what size the bill is

We don't need your support, wack speech your thought

Just to rhyme my shit when the tape cut off

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