Текст песни M-Child - On Tha Block
M-Child - On Tha Block слова песни
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]Pushing rocks on the block, I`m never broke, man.Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.Boy, don`t test me `cause I`m tired of teaching lessons.Boy, don`t test me `cause I`m tired of teaching lessons.[M-Child]We be deep, like roaches on the counter in the projects,We all be slummed out, yeah, Generation-X.To you junkies who finger fuck with your boy, I got that shit,Heat it up and cook that shit, stir it up like Nestle Quick.My pager be on, making deals on the cell phone,If you call me at home, I think you`re trying to do me wrong.You know the game, I be a fucking disease,Junking be rucking, looking at this guy saying they ABCs.I got a straw, they sticking needles in they tongue,Smoking out of weed bongs, some old, some young,But who gives a fuck, my nigga all talking dollars,Throw at school, my nigga Teddy and I stole an Impala.Close shop, 5-0, got a young nigga; Noid,All the dopies in the stash by Kamikaze boys.Be on top of that shit, being broke, I can`t afford,Niggas who slip-steal bungie jump with no cord, hah.[Chorus x2][???]Standing on the corner and I`m gonna serve these kids it on,Junkies gonna stop and and kindly stop, asking me for more.Come and pull some credit; I can`t let it go out just like that,I`m gonna fucking finger nigga` pimp` hoe until my finger get fat.That ain`t the motherfucking wait, fucking junkies like to pay,Get my money, thing be the frontin`, plus they down with the A to the K.Everyday, coming up to me talking about, "I got five."Seeing devils in they room and assume they can fly.Found your ass on top of the roof, nigga, I want you down here first.As you on the ground, dancing around screaming, "Yeah, that hurts."Roll on over boy, you want another one of these monkey nuts?I`m sorry, but a.. Hole in a soda what you junky gots.Dragging me around, giving head, see, I don`t want it.Now a nigga on the crazy, with that late night, I`m on it.Trying to scratch some give and gets, MC Mack ain`t becoming your friend,Go to the Southside; Scan Man meanwhile M-Child getting his ass hit.[Chorus x2][M-Child]I say they call me M-Child, fresh out the O.M.P.I never let a junky slide, sell `em P.A.C.And cliqued up with all my niggas that from the O.M.P.If you think I`m lying, ask another my nigga, That`s if you don`t believe me.We young niggas, we keep it crazy; the last days,Rapping and trying to get paid, fuck being a slave.Duck and dodging my grave `cause I`m not ready to leave,I stay for perm, got a lot of naughty tricks on my sleave.My nigga, let me procede.. They`ll discipline what you need.Take `em down, do with me and break `em down like weed.I don`t give a fuck; M-Child, I`m worthy,On the track, booming llell, go to sleep, wake up early.Niggas thought I won`t going to make it in this R.A.P.G.A.M.E., I mastered this shit perfectly.By any means, I`m making green-child with it, yo.Like a bitch I won`t go, so tell that shit to your hoe, yeah.[Chorus x5]