The Blocks

Ayo, auxillary cops be grillin' me out patrol cars
Why's my chain so big with no job?
Remain so jig with no scars, infinite names
Ain't it funny how the innocent change?
Used to be kinda quiet,
A whole different way, fake permit in my wallet
Until the shit expired
Learned to drive at age twenty-five, see I used to catch cabs
Smokin' lye while my girl fuck with mesc tabs
Do anything just to laugh
I'll cop anything to to have
Rock it once, put it in a hustlers path
I got signed with no rhymes wrote
Wrote it quick, throwin' rhymes out for free so y'all could know my shit
Know my zip, 11101
Pretend thug niggas own one gun
Bust shots and don't run
Late nights the police don't come
And if you still don't know where I'm from...

Chorus
10th street (96th and spellman), 12th street, vernon (queensbridge), the
Pub, the hill (long island city), the thugs (thugs everywhere) , it's
Real, the love (organized crime)