Hit The Block Lyrics by Mr. Serv-on

Hit The Block Lyrics

    [mr. serv-on]
    You niggas talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that
    And hit a nigga block, ha
    But i don't really think you know what it means
    To run up on a nigga's shit
    And take what you want nigga
    Cause as long as i can remember nigga
    Down south, no limit
    We take what the fuck we want

    [mr. serv-on]
    Ha, i'm addressin to show alot of niggaz in the rap game,
    Shit bout to change
    Nigga you gotta know your pay, chose your side nigga, foe or friend
    I can't pretend to love a nigga when i know i don't
    I can't pretend to love a woman when i know the fuck i won't
    Cause eveything i seem to love, seem to leave
    And every nigga i see to trust,
    Seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed
    How many niggas you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind
    How many niggas you know smile when the judge say 99
    I know alot of niggas in the rap game look at the tank on my chest
    And you say to yourself nigga, you hate my kind
    When you niggas sit on top of the rap game
    Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid
    Then we came, nigga starvin in the middle of the night
    Like a new young rapper on a new york train
    Then we stepped off, pay the toll, nigga you know tanks roll
    Why you niggas strollin in your videos in the park
    We was wagin bloody war in the dark
    And if you about that talk nigga, fuck you

    Chorus
    You don't know when i hit your block i hit right
    You don't know when i hit your block, aight
    You don't know when i hit your block, i hit it right
    Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2

    Now ease up nigga, don't make a sound, lay it down
    I fuck with the pound,
    And any new other gang won't make me fuck with this rap thang
    I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels
    And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit
    And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan shit
    Cause with the pound name nigga
    You know you be shippin enough out the door
    And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho
    See i was like randy moss, the top draft choice
    Alot of you niggas looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice
    But that nigga with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round
    Now i get down with young savage niggas
    From la to smoking weed with that nigga tony from town 87, and chi town
    I even get down with jack town ballers, mississippi niggas
    Callin me on my beeper sayin serv, nigga you need extra trigger
    Forever nigga, that's how i do it when i put it down nigga
    If you ain't fuckin with a nigga
    I bang, hang, nigga lesson hang, sayin nigga

    Chorus x2

    You know what i'm saying motherfucker?
    You goin know what's happening
    Like that little nigga that like to bark say
    Nigga talk is cheap motherfucker
    You know what i'm sayin
    So when i hit your block you goin know
    To the niggaz in the rap game, i know you keep it real

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