On Tha Block

[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]