Every Block

Big Pooh

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    [intro:]
    To anybody
    That ever looked at a blank piece of paper
    And felt that feeling
    That you didnt, you don't know what to say
    You be wondering
    If your next joint is gonna be banging or not
    You be wondering if people gonna be feeling your shit
    This is for y'all
    Come on

    [verse 1:]
    I've been stuck on the same page
    Seven days isolated in the same cage
    Six minutes spitting out curse words of rage
    Holding on to my pen like it's the last days
    And she my only weapon
    Still stepping with a passionate cause
    But the block reveals all of your flaws hoping you give in
    Shifting, more swift than the panic
    Older brain with the pen feeling so diplomatic
    Until you fight back
    Pen strokes tend to quiet that and at the same time my mind drift
    Between the pen and the paper there's a slight rift
    The pressure's on and i might miss
    Who can bare that stress?
    First start is the second guess
    The third try i'm still hopeless
    I'm like a penny with a hole in it
    The words come but no soul in it
    So it's back to the block trying to figure out this damn thing

    [chorus:]
    So if you see me in the lab with a pen and a pad
    I'm trying to write a verse that's doper than my last one
    Let's put it down for my peeps going at it hard
    On every block, every corner, every boulevard
    Some niggaz think about sex, i think about checks
    And i ain't spitting 16 until i know i'm about to cash one
    Let's spit a rhyme for the streets steady pulling cards
    On every block, every corner, every boulevard

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    [verse 2:]
    They say the pressure's on to make more music
    And write a better song to make the hoars loose it
    Dance floor music with out no heart attatched
    For all them harder cats that i was sleeping on,
    Not trying to lead you on but there's a deeper zone
    When you start dealing with the industry and keeping on
    You do your thing, i do mine
    Fuck it, 10 inches long
    'cause i ain't even on but still you want to sweat
    Looking for me to fill your pockets and your deficits
    Asking for loot and i ain't even sold no records yet
    My family argue when they beefing over petty shit
    And niggaz still think this journey was everless
    Shit
    Yo, that's why i'm using god as my guide
    'cause making moves in this game
    It's kind of hard to decide
    Once you put your hancock on the line
    My niggaz change at the drop of a dime
    That put a block on your mind, for real

    [chorus:]
    So if you see me in the streets and my eyes look red
    It's probably because i ain't been able to sleep
    We put it down for our peeps going at it hard
    On every block, every corner, every boulevard
    Some niggaz spit for the range
    I spit for the change to make sure that all my family got something to eat
    Spit a rhyme for the street steady pullin cards
    For every block, every corner, every boulevard

    [outro:]
    Yo, it's like that y'all
    State to state
    Country to country
    It's little brother
    9th wonder
    The justus league, undiscovered
    It's like that y'all
    We keep it going
    We keep it on, and on, and on
    On, and on, and on
    Like that

    [outro scene:]
    Pooh,
    Oh pooh
    Wake up big daddy
    Look at you
    Laying there looking all cute and cuddly
    (different lady)
    Good morning baby
    You remember.. we agreed on that minajee(sp?)
    Well, i got something better than that
    I brought tasha
    (first lady)
    Pooh
    Oh pooh
    (third lady)
    Terrance!
    Yeah, come on
    (man's voice)
    Wake up, wake up, wake up

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