Block Life

(album: The Infamous Archives - 2007)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, my life story based on a true story
We popped MAC's all growing up, while y'all played story
We were playing hide the cracks, while y'all played tag
I was a young gun learing how to fight back
A 'lil rock head fuck, who neva learned shit
Who picked up a habit for the block life kid
A few cases, sit on the bench, make conversation
Yo, there's party tonight, get the razors
"Dawg, but it's all going overboard"
I told 'em "Dang god you trying to take a nigga arm"
We're like a brick, when we come smashing through
A-C-D, M-O-B, nigga fuck it's you
We're straight thugs over here bo', what the deal y'all?
Up in the staircase, post-up, long chrome
With the .4 long, closest I could reach my arm
Who wanna play target, check out the name of the song
It goes...

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Block Life, what's the matter with your thugs
Block Life, what's the matter with y'all's guns
Block Life, everybody can't be on top
The Block Life, can't stop, won't stop

[Verse 2: ACD]
Coming up, I was a fuck up, burning blunts up
Playing dice with the older crowd, putting dubs up
Some kids was into sports, I was into doe
You was mad 'cause you felt all I was stress
'Cause the money was slow
Fractured my hand, I'm stashing 'em
Before I'm bagged wit 'em, plus my son got the Magnum
Wylding out in these young gun days, young love days
New to the game, but was curious about the fees
And them thick rope chains, I'm stuck on how
Niggaz blew up off cocaine, and opened wide
In '88, when I first heard Jane, we got all the
But the hood still remains the same
Old fiends, same drugs, new thugs
Same slugs, new crews with MAC's
With thoughts to push it back, straight like that
Acting up off Cognac, come through
Act hostile, but lay you flat, in the

[Chorus: Prodigy]

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Yo, we use to play the lobby
Get bent; see that was my favorite hobby
Watching my dawgs get off, some even framed Ferrari's
Alot of school peers blew, some even bought Ferrari's
Young thugs we grew, still we're crashing parties
Too all the shooks ones too, my crew'll bash & body
Dukes stunting witchu, don't make us clap somebody
New rats and other run fast and telling friends who looked fat
We off the hook as the jook style
Years went by pages turned onto calendar
Trade in my Tray .8, copped the .40 Caliber
Kept it on me in school, got shorty cutting out Algebra
Niggaz always seemed cool, others tryna to challenge us
Retaliation, got me trapped with false accusation
Tossed cracks & graders, when the ambs' invaded, madd congregation
Watching altercation go down, the rough frantic, when the hear the .4 pound

[Chorus: Prodigy X2]