LETRA Police dispatcher ..
He's headed out a window the man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch we have people with bags running across, running to the east river, the east river and we have four people parking behind the eastern runway (ugh, take a ride, to my block (my block)) ok it looks good, your clear now (that's right) go (we're on my motherfucking block) [verse 1] They got a nigga, shedding tears reminiscing on my past fears cause shit was hectic for me last year it appears that i've been marked for death my heartless breath the underlying cause of my arrest my life is stressed and no rest, forever weary my eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary but at times unnecessary i'm gettin' worried teardrops and closed caskets the three strikes law is drastic and certain death for us ghetto bastards what can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?
life in the pen ain't for me, cause i'd rather die but don't cry through your despair i wonder if the lord still cares for us niggas on welfare and who cares if we survive?
the only time they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-five my neighborhood ain't the same cause all these little babies goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game and i swear it's like a trap but i ain't given up on the hood it's all good when i go back hoes show me love niggaz give me props forever hop, cause it don't stop on my block [chorus] Maybe life is but a dream hard times is all we've seen (on my block) every block is kinda mean but on our block we still plaaayyy (my block) (heh heh heh) but on our block we still plaaayyy [verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block it never fails to be gunshots can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops black males living in hell, when will we prevail?
fearing jail but crack sales got me livin' well in a sense i'm suicidal with this thug's life staying strapped forever trapped in this drug life god help me, cause i'm starvin, can't get a job so i resort to violent robbings, my life is hard can't sleep, cause all the dirt make my heart hurt put in work, and shed tears for my dead peers mislead from childhood where i went astray till this day, i still pray for a better way can't help but feel hopeless and heart broke from the start i felt the racism cause i'm dark couldn't quit, the bullshit make me represent hit the bar and played the star everywhere i went in my heart, i felt alone out here on my own i close my eyes and picture home on my block [chorus] Maybe life is but a dream hard times is all we've seen (on my block) every block is kinda mean but on our block we still plaaayyy (my block) (heh heh heh) but on our block we still plaaayyy [verse 3] And i can't help but wonder whhyy so many young kids had to die caught strays from ak's in a driveby swollen pride and homicide, don't coincide brothers cried for broken lives, mama come inside cause our block is filled with danger used to be a close knit community but now we're all total strangers time changes dust to stone, them crack pipes all up and down the block exterminating black life but i can't blame the dealers my mama's welfare check, just bought the next man chrome wheels shit's real, i know ya feel, my tragedy a single mother with a problem child, daddy free hanging out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor gamin the hoochies hoping i can get to sleep with herrr it's a man's world, staying strapped fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless wide eyed and losing focus on my block [chorus] Maybe life is but a dream hard times is all we've seen (on my block) (what's up to all the homies?) every block is kinda mean (when i first got some pussy was when i got it was at 112th and 7th avenue) (on my motherfucking block) but on our block we still praaayyy but on our block we still praaayyy [verse 4] And block parties in the, projects lasting a way past daylight a young nigga learned to break night used to play fight, with my homies but they stuck in the pen i send them ends, but it's tough on a friend in my mind, i see the same motherfuc*** ballin alcohol will make the lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call i know the young niggaz understand this growing up in this world where everything is scandalous i reminisce on the fast times, past crimes trying to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime can't explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame and what's strange is everybody knows my name, swear they all know me and lots of cash make a nigga change i hit the green just to maintain feelin pain for all the niggaz that i lost to the game from my block That's right (maybe life is but a dream) (hard times is all we've seen) rest in peace to all the motherfuc*** that passed away from all the blocks where i'm from (every block is kinda mean) (but on our block we still praaayyy) 112th st. and 7th ave. in new york uptown (but on our block we still praaayyy) you know what i'm saying (but on our block we still praaayyy) 183rd and ?
my block that's right (but on our block we still praaayyy) 127th and … east side kent avenue, baltimore (but on our block we still praaayyy) my block that's right in the jungle marine city (but on our block we still praaayyy) that's my block that's right los angeles that's my block too (but on our block we still praaayyy) oakland can't forget oaktown (but on our block we still praaayyy) that's my block for sure And all the other blocks around this motherfuc*** …
Houston, florida, st. louis, tennessee, miami, chicago all y'all niggaz stay kicking up dust represent the motherfucking block