Block Anthem
Produced by El Nigris for Waterhole Productions
(Chorus)
I'm dreamin of a come up, so blaze the blunt up,
cause we gon be out on this block until the sun up,
pockets stay flat just like the pulse of a dead man,
niggas don't understand, until they get that green in they hand
(DaFool- Verse 1)
The system think they stompin cause they got a device,
that be @#$%/* up my program and it's known as the Vice,
rollin hard through E.C. at night, stompin through the hood strong,
aint up to no good, only down for doin wrong,
extreme #$@$ up, #$@##$# on society,
and at the end of my block, that's where the riots be,
police gettin knocked out, they came to the wrong side,
they tryin to back out, but there's no place for them to hide,
niggas shootin and duckin behind trash cans,
buck a few niggas and you think you the man,
wait `till the scene clears up and go rob the dead,
turn my pro-model, to the back of my head
and keep steppin, like aint nothin happened,
(I was out) knowin a while back, that necks was snappin,
it don't phase me, no it don't amaze me no more,
I used to shut out, but now niggas try to score,
livin mean for the green don't make you nice,
aint nothin funny `bout my money, so #$@$ the vice
(Chorus)
(DaFool- Verse 2)
Helicopter bright lights, blindin my #$@!@# sight,
looks like the Vice is on the move tonight,
I'm layin low, stayin low, tryin'a sell this yayo
runnin from the Po-Po, but yaw don't hear me though,
runnin down the strip then I dipped through an alley way,
saw a full dumpster, so I put the #$@!@# gun away,
cause I don't play, I'm tryin'a make a smooth get away,
saw the coast was clear so I, puffed on a J,
to keep my composure,
cause on the streets nigga you gotta be a soldier, like I told ya,
double ups every week, tryin'a make these ends meet,
niggas can't stop right now, cause we in the shit too deep,
glocs pop, block's hot, time for a nigga to close up shop,
`fore this hood kill me, yell that Block Anthem if you feel me,
(cause it's real)
(Chorus (2 times))
(DaFool- Verse 3)
Jealousy, put me back in the game,
they scared of me, movin mo weight than Dick Gregory,
or Richard Simmons, sellin poison like Michael Bivans,
the Head N.I.C., no more block dealings,
a hustle made is a hustle earned, and so I learned,
to stay cool, calm, collective, cause it's unexpected,
slangin doves to these week links, ozzie's and quarter ki's,
I'm payin off the fort, so the boys don't @#$% with me,
makin mo cheese than Kraft, you niggas can't fathom,
another day another dollar, you know the Anthem
(Chorus (2 times)