We Was

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I was grinding, dawg, (grinding, dawg) way before I made a song
We was working the block (working the block), raise your hand if I'm wrong (raise your hand if I'm wrong)
If we ain't making money, then I don't belong
If you ain't rocking with me (rocking with me), it's time to move on
It's my legacy, ain't nobody shaking like I'm shaking
But my enemies steady flipping pages while they hating
Come on! (Come on!) You want the bull? Come and get it
You ain't down with The MOB (down with The MOB), then I ain't fucking with it
Street certified (street certified), you dealing with a block vet
I might move methodical but homie I ain't stoppеd yet (stopped yet)
Wе in this thang (we in this thang) and I don't think we leaving (think we leaving)
'Til we good and ready, I doubt I’ll stop believing, come on

[Chorus: Bukshot & Stevie Stone]
We was working the block (working the block), we was pushing the work (pushing the work)
We was walking the walk (walking the walk), we was handling dirt (handling dirt)
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty
We was yakking the yak (yakking the yak), we was breaking them off (breaking them off)
We was cracking them packs (cracking them packs), we were shaking them cocks (shaking them cocks)
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty

[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
We was active on the block overnight as niggas lurking
Alleyway, load them slabs up in that Bronco or Excursion (uh huh)
Pushing P, don’t be in the city popping, ain't no perping
If the 12s get behind us, bitch I'm smashing, no I'm swerving
I'm allergic to you fake niggas, I be on call (What we do?)
Bitch we bombing, booming, bomb on all y'all (Hey what he do?)
The little homie took the trial and beat the court
We ain't taking no shorts when I jumped up off the porch
We was hugging the block (block), ten toes on the goal (goal)
Trap jumpin' this hot (hot), we would run up the score (score)
Keep my hand on the Glock (Glock), is you fam or is you foe? (foe)
Got a call up from Bukshot, we was ready for war

[Chorus: Bukshot & Stevie Stone]
We was working the block (working the block), we was pushing the work (pushing the work)
We was walking the walk (walking the walk), we was handling dirt (handling dirt)
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty
We was yakking the yak (yakking the yak), we was breaking them off (breaking them off)
We was cracking them packs (cracking them packs), we were shaking them cocks (shaking them cocks)
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty

[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Got a package in the cut, only I know what is in it
Got a plan for coming up (coming up), I'm all about the business
Come on! (Come on!) Himme, hustle skills, many (hustle skills, many)
I've been on the grind since bitches called me Timmy
I got a .45 in case we gotta get it live
Let's keep it all the way 100 Buk is down to ride (is down to ride)
I might not wanna but sometimes I just gotta (sometimes I just gotta)
Ain't a whole lotta but you might be a goner (might be a goner)
All black Impala, see 'em on the corner
Hit 'em like Corona, cut 'em like Baraka chopper chopper
Hey yo! Like a game of hot potato (hot potato)
Ain't no alligator homie, you won't see me later

[Chorus: Bukshot & Stevie Stone]
We was working the block (working the block), we was pushing the work (pushing the work)
We was walking the walk (walking the walk), we was handling dirt (handling dirt)
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept them hands dirty
We was yakking the yak (yakking the yak), we was breaking them off (breaking them off)
We was cracking them packs (cracking them packs), we were shaking them cocks (shaking them cocks)
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty
We was on the block (block), kept my hands dirty