[Intro: C-Murder]

Say, Bass Heavy, bruh, turn that shit up, ya dig? Haha (Yeah, haha)

This one here (This one here, nigga)

Y'all motherfuckers ain't bootin' up on the floor (Nigga, boot up, nigga, or shut up, nigga)

Lookin' at that nigga crazy (Mhm), don't listen to it (3rd Ward)

'Cause I wanna see a nigga get hurt on this shit, yeah, ya dig? (What's happenin'? What's happenin'?)

We make them rules, nigga (What's happenin'?)

On the block posted up (It get real sticky 'round here)

To get mine (What you mean? Yeah, boy)

[Chorus: C-Murder]

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Mhm)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (What?)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (That dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Uh-huh)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (I'm stuck)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (Dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)

[Verse 1: C-Murder]

On the block with them things loaded up, I mean them toys

Fuck them niggas, if they fuck with me or my boys

I'm a TRU nigga (I'm a TRU nigga, what?), and I don't care 'bout nothin', boy

If you start frontin', I'ma have to start somethin'

Fuck the whole world and if they don't like me (Fuck 'em)

'Cause if I go to jail, my old lady gon' write me (Uh-huh)

'Cause I'm a thug, a lil' ghetto boy trapped in crime

I hope them folks don't pull up and take my motherfuckin' dimes

On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever

Have you been robbed for your shit? Nigga, never (Uh-uh)

'Cause if I got a gun (What?), and he got a gun (Uh-huh)

Shit, I don't give a fuck, nigga, I ain't gon' run

It's the grave or the pen in my future (In my future)

That's why I live how I live 'cause that's all that I'm used to

You don't wanna go to war (Uh-huh), and that's real

Lil' nigga better chill 'cause he might get killed

[Chorus: C-Murder]

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Mhm)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (What?)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (That dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Uh-huh)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (I'm stuck)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (Dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)

[Verse 2: Young Gunz]

I'm on the block tryna make some change, I'm tired of bein' broke

So I'ma get my money right and smoke some weed and cope

I couldn't concentrate in school with the problems I had

When my brother went to jail, that's when I took the wrong path

That's when I had to step up and be the man and make it right

Eat and sleep all day and hustle, hustle all night

If anybody need me, well, they can catch me be on the block

In all black with a Glock and a mouth full of rocks

Motherfuck a cop, straight felon, still totin' Glocks

I'm on the block posted up, chillin' by the barbershop

I told my nigga Nick the holler if them people pull up

So I can get the fuck 'cause I ain't tryna get that dig look (Run, run, run, run)

I'll dig up in y'all like Min Yawl

Fuck around and get your head cracked

Playin' with this TRU, dog, so back up off me, lil' daddy, before ya piss me off

Carry MACs, gauges, choppers, and double-barrel sawed-offs

Dog, we ain't come to half-step, we came to bust heads

Burn houses to the pavement if we feel we gettin' played out every day

Hobbies is load and bust and knock a nigga legs off if the bitch said somethin' (Huh)

Who be the rawest niggas?

T-R-U the most dangerous

Just load 'em up, it ain't no thing to us

We maskin' up to come and get ya

Old fake-ass niggas, don't make us split ya

Up on the block with the rocks gettin' richer, lil' bitch

[Chorus: C-Murder]

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Mhm)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (What?)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (That dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)

I'm on the block posted up (Uh-huh)

With them things loaded up (Uh-huh)

Hope them folks don't pull up (Uh-huh)

'Cause if they do, then I'm stuck (Then I'm stuck)

I'ma be in jail with that dig look (That dig look)

Hair all nappy, lookin' like a fuckin' crook (Huh, bruh?)