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Ay yo Najee! Tell'em bout them blocks, tell'em bout them green Ones that never got a shot Tell'em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch I caved in move rock Ay yo Najee! Tell'em bout them blocks, tell'em bout them green Ones that never got a shot Tell'em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch I got it! I caved in move rock Yeah, El Uno, brother known as El Sucio Mami no, papi hoes menudo The heights they chop bricks like Judo Cops with ac connect we watching Telemundo At fist I was an innocent kid Played games, eat candy innocent shit But ski says we reminiscing this shit Let me take'em to the days I was missing every dish I could swear that God was missing every wish I've been home alone since the six I knew family through sitcoms and flicks Oh shit dog, is sick But to my motherfuckers that's feeling the same They love the fact that I speak on they pain Letras de cancionesLike you I ain't known pop first name From the block is where I got my game Ay yo Najee! Tell'em bout them blocks, tell'em bout them green Ones that never got a shot Tell'em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch I caved in move rock Ay yo Najee! Tell'em bout them blocks, tell'em bout them green Ones that never got a shot Tell'em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch I got it! I caved in move rock I gotta fuck your attitude Start as a little dude on the avenues They surprised I ain't got no tattoos But to tell the truth my brain's tattooed Seeing packs move Gas oozing to a nigger's skull A retaliation like y'all are we back soon? Full moon and all black bulls Car jacked kids napping all sorts of boom Whatever vice you use Whether the dutcy or that shit on the spoon You could get it form my dudes Got the block twisted, Rubik's cube Yeah they kinda risk it, nothing to lose Nothing to lose, look at me Nigger look at me, I don't even watch TV But I'm all MTV Fresh off the streets, still smell the aroma Gun powder cologne in my one From Letras Mania