Royce Da 5’9″ – On the Block Lyrics
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Come to the block..”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Kids hustle on the block”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“My theme is all about making the green”
“This style of mine is well-defined”
“Kids hustle on the block”
Okay, we got Preemo on them cuts, we got Pinot in them cups
Contraband in quarter panels, four, five kilos by the struts
Put your faith in mortal man and he shall terrorize your trust
Shots of Everclear, if nothing just to sterilize the dutch
Sink an entire empire with my placebo methods
Rebuild an entire empire with my tuxedo measurements
I’m the lyrical audio version of Mona Lisa, recorded to tape though
Mama didn’t give birth to me, she just aborted the golden ratio
Look here, y’all should come procreate with a winner
If I should catch a fade with an earthquake I’ll make it a tremor
I’m cold enough to go on a date with the eighth of December
When I’m finished make the rest of the winter pay for the dinner, n—-
We collect bones where blood is drawn, and slugs is blown
N—-, we catch bodies where drugs is thrown, here for the throne
Look, wifey realer than Lauren London on the corner hustling
Like a Detroit party when “Step in the Name of Love” is on
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Come to the block..”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Kids hustle on the block”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“My theme is all about making the green”
“This style of mine is well-defined”
“Kids hustle on the block”
Uh, okay
Kool-Aid known by colors, boy, we ain’t no flavors
(Ain’t no flavors)
We relate to Jesus, most my people born in mangers too
They ain’t know their fathers (fathers)
They were born to strangers (strangers)
We were raised by VR Troopers (troopers)
Wishbone and Power Rangers (ayy)
Aye, yeah, we confronted the danger (ayy)
We never did fear the outcome (naw)
Cap guns turned into revolvers, never leave home without one
(never leave home)
Invested in quarters, and Marvel vs CAPCOM
See my n—- turn Megaman (Megaman)
Since eleven never seen no coat without a firearm
In his palm, you would think they connected, woah
We was broke on a mission for the chose
Sold integrity for neck when chickenheads would come approach
B—— swallow d— and sang on Sunday, [?]
We were suckers though, we tried to make a wife out of them hoes
Stuck in the middle of [?] step up in a black Jeep
Lowest totem on the pecking order, all the pretty hoes wanted athletes
Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad b—— with the fat cheeks
That made us wait on the same p—- that got ran through like a track meet
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Come to the block..”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“Kids hustle on the block”
“Come to the block and make the papers”
“My theme is all about making the green”
“This style of mine is well-defined”
“Kids hustle on the block”
Young n—– get on they ‘gram and gotta start talkin’ all silly and s—
Talkin’ ’bout runnin’ my city and s—
All this ol’ gun hostility s—, artillery s—
All this ol’ menacin’, killin’ me s—
Reminiscin’ about prison, ain’t really this s—
But got caught stealin’ and s—
Sittin’ in a van with killers and s—
Pistol in hand, dumbdumbs in my lap, ventriloquist s—
I Proof, I Blade, and Dilla this s—
I prove I’m great at flippin’ this s—
And building this s—, they ain’t giving a s—
Damn [?] s—
