Block Monsters (feat, C-Bo) - JT The Bigga Figga, Mac Mall, C-Bo

Mass control, I pass your soul

We all worth some doe

Sippin' on gold

Spend a little get more (ahh)

Forever happy, what have we

Maxed with cavy

Risky Ritzy forever she burns

House keys care-free (ahh)

Nobody scares me

Where the players be?

Gettin money like me rarely

I did it cause you dared me

Now speak on it (what?)

You ain’t no match for me nigga, so teach on it

And make em listen (ahh)

Full blown warfare headin' in your direction

All that was not to do was taught by you (ugh)

So I just threw my crew, ya brand new (ugh)

Hit em where it hurts and bump em with their crew

Every game got rules

Expect em, choose

My next move

Stand strong, get leverage, and press them fools

And that’s that (what)

Pick it up put it down

Never look back

My insides comin out because of this rap (my name…)

Some of them are busta

Some of them are fraud

That’s why I’mma hit em hard

Enough of them are busta

Some of them are fraud

Might as well hit em hard (hit em)

Hit em hard, hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard

Them are fraud, hit em hard (hit em)

Hit em hard cause the plot, hit em hard (hit em) good lord (hit em)

Everything slow-motion but it’s moving so fast

Right here by the ocean and the palm trees

These L.A. streets, concrete philosophy (what)

Raised me and rottened me

For every tear and broken bone I suffer

Bro’s another road for me to walk on, it made me tougher

Now I keep breathing, holdin' guns for years nigga, till we even

Plus, I shoot up the cop car (ugh) before ya hit the precinct (ugh)

Razing;

bow down, kiss my ring

Blazing;

because real niggas do real things

And live dangerous, bang them bricks, keep secrets

If they crop and question us, who the thief is

I’ll find you and put the rumor where ya teeth is (don't ask don’t know)

Bust yo brain so I can see what ya thinkin'

Nigga, it’s young ritz-ell

And I could distinguish the bomb from the fake by the smell

When we be buckin'

Hittin niggas up when we comin

No lovin, got y’all duckin and we ain’t said nothin

Fuck y’all niggas who be always feelin' our songs

Nigga, get your thug on

Who broke, now you’re bullshit

I make hits, and sail the blue seas with yacht full of rits

And if there was a fifth nigga, we’d all be drunk

Peacin' up on a bunk when one Glock to get it clunk

For the nigga that act obsessed

And a scream with pash

So fuck clad, bettin on the six sec

Ready to mash

Down hold a nine

I’m still in here tryin not to get caught

Flippin' every narcotic that I’m on

And P, all ya soldiers on your feet

On the brink with these crazy thugs we’re not think

Well fuck that, instincts survive

Six seven, sixteen lives

Bitch shut up and drive

This is…

Little ax court

Big tree (uh-huh)

If you don’t believe me just come and see (uh-huh)

Little Gonzoe D O double G (yes)

He might have donned the top celebrity (we hit em)

We bite em off, invade ya privacy

Run the country and roll the territory

Lose your girlfriend Gonzoe, I’ll see

In out the hotel she’s coming like L

Your heart is broken you lose great shell

Ding dong, no more wedding bell

(talking)

Niggas strapped

And I’m known for that

I hit em!

nigga

Yo, we like… G money

Y’all niggas is fuckin invisible cause ya dropped