Run It Off The Block

sendin shots at your melon you were beggin for heaven

stuff the clip in the glock 9 or mac 11

i was destined for this shit you were chose to be jealous

all my squad strapped up no bums all felons //

when the beef hit the table - hands go up they been bluffin

better stop with the fake shit all the folks know your frontin'

if i see you on the east no discussion ima bust it //

in the beamer with some stolen plates parked behind the lot

put the beef in the past and lets get to the guap

all we need is one OZ to twist and make it rock

now the clucks comin in cause they know we make it hot

all we need is some time to flip and get us off the block

but the drama come with money so I think im gonna stop.//