Lyrics to 8th Block
Gang, shoot up, shoot up
The shoot up game, shoot up game
Ga-ga-ga-ga [?] gang
Shoot up, shoot up game, shoot up game
Great John on the beat by the way
Look
I done been through the struggle
I see how they talk, why they lyin' in music?
And I been through the system
There's nowhere to be it's come for that bread or you losin'
Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin'
'Cause them be the ones have you snoozin'
Never get comfy, just stick it and move it
Never you learn about what I'm talkin' bout
Nigga triple your bands
But that money gone be there before you go stretchin' your hand
Don't depend on your bitch
Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends
Depend on no man
Never switch on you mans, or tell on your mans no matter the situation
Couple hundreds in hand I stretch it instead and flex like shit was lit
I was broke, they ain't give me shit
And my class remember how they'd laugh
With the gang jokin' in the back
[?] for me I was skippin' on
Made the grip hot nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw
On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
They knew my name way before I knew 'em
Haters gone hate hope I run into 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me
No homo the game make it clap for me
Don't come and get left in the past for me
Love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She spittin' so nastily
I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She been doin' me nastily
Lately been holdin' my anger in
I just been holdin' my anger in
Flex when you see me, ha, flex when you see me
I'm catching a man again
They want me locked up in a pen again, huh
Stuck in a pen again, they plotting' on me all the way to the end
I ride for my brothers 'til you see the end
Made the grip hot nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw
On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
The shoot up game, shoot up game
Ga-ga-ga-ga [?] gang
Shoot up, shoot up game, shoot up game
Great John on the beat by the way
Look
I done been through the struggle
I see how they talk, why they lyin' in music?
And I been through the system
There's nowhere to be it's come for that bread or you losin'
Watch all them bitches who pickin' and choosin'
'Cause them be the ones have you snoozin'
Never get comfy, just stick it and move it
Never you learn about what I'm talkin' bout
Nigga triple your bands
But that money gone be there before you go stretchin' your hand
Don't depend on your bitch
Use that money to help you select out the fakest of friends
Depend on no man
Never switch on you mans, or tell on your mans no matter the situation
Couple hundreds in hand I stretch it instead and flex like shit was lit
I was broke, they ain't give me shit
And my class remember how they'd laugh
With the gang jokin' in the back
[?] for me I was skippin' on
Made the grip hot nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw
On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
They knew my name way before I knew 'em
Haters gone hate hope I run into 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
Clap for me, love it when she make it clap for me
No homo the game make it clap for me
Don't come and get left in the past for me
Love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She spittin' so nastily
I love my lil' bitch, said I love my lil' bitch
She been doin' me nastily
Lately been holdin' my anger in
I just been holdin' my anger in
Flex when you see me, ha, flex when you see me
I'm catching a man again
They want me locked up in a pen again, huh
Stuck in a pen again, they plotting' on me all the way to the end
I ride for my brothers 'til you see the end
Made the grip hot nigga pass it off
Twist up your bitch and I'm slappin' raw
On the 8th block niggas risk it all it was just a call, it was just a call
First grip I had I was itchin' for 'em
Lucky ain't runnin' a plenty of 'em
On the 8th block niggas risk it all, it was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
It was just a call, it was just a call
