[Intro: Baby]

Baller Blockin'

Nigga I don't give a fuck

When it's on, it's on

We got Baby, Lac and Stone in this bitch

[Verse 1: Baby]

I'm a neighborhood superstar

I'll cook anything from a ki of coke, to a gram of that boyd

Niggas scoring Glocks like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks

On my blocks stepping 'em up, with grams and rocks

If anything been scoring from me, it was ten a ki

I let my l'il round hustle as long as they score for me

[Verse 2: Lac]

Look if I pull up on the block knowing the set was mine

No more hand-to-hand contact, I'm known for supplying

Since I opened up this set 'chea, this how it's gon' be

Ain't nobody selling shit nigga, unless it's for me

[Verse 3: Baby]

All I know is crack slanging and block hanging

On the corner front the store, doing my thang

These niggas know my game, how I do my thang

Water whip I can't do, but whole thangs I slang

[Verse 4: Lac]

Now I'ma pay all my foot soldiers and tell 'em, "Stay focused"

And front all the street hustlers, and keeping 'em posted

That white and that blue car, we call 'em the law

And the dirt that my niggas do is done in the dark

[Verse 5: Baby]

Got lil' woadie running water and we 'bout to cook these quarters

The twenty under the seat for my son and my daughter

The water hot enough, start cooking these quarters

These niggas want it hard, and I understand

[Verse 6: Lac]

If I pull up dressed in all black with a boot in my mouth

Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac, and I know that he sold out

Put something in my street sweeper, and run in his house

Knock a hole up out his pa chest, and a tongue out his ma mouth

[Verse 7: Baby]

A ki stashed up and I'm gettin' 'em all

I got a stash put up for the drought in the fall

[Verse 8: Stone]

Hot Boys vacating the pop, can back shit up

The Feds call my 'hood a Payday, 'cause it's packed with nuts

Ghetto rich money stashed in the mansions bruh

I got them kis, ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh

[Verse 9: Baby]

I know niggas think bad 'cause the people ride fast

I got 5 strikes, I'm going out with a blast

Cash in your life nigga when you playing with me

I'll give you work, break ya off ya face B.G

[Verse 10: Lac]

Cadillac's the name I run with, so call me Seville

Push a platinum Escalade truck with 20 inch wheels

Now the Jag you saw me driving, that's for everyday stuntin'

Loud pipes, big rims, so you can see when I'm coming

[Verse 11: Baby]

I don't give a fuck nigga, ain't no rules in the streets

You know money come first, the other bullshit weak

I don't wanna hear no stories about my cheese

You violate nigga, your family gon' grieve

[Verse 12: Stone]

Headbuster Alva Stone, ya heard me dog

And everytime ya heard my name, it was a murder involved

I just rap to clear my name and smuggle bundles of that raw

Always rap so what you lames, suburb and that car

[Verse 13: Lac]

Saratoga and I ride, I represent to the fullest

Ain't nobody pulling strangs here, unless that I pull it

If a nigga put a hit out, believe that I took it

In the cost Bible murders, was OD-ing and bullets

[Verse 14: Baby]

All i know is gun slanging and head banging

Too many disrespected, and lived to sang it

Drop change like a motherfucker, fuck them niggas

If a nigga outta line, motherfuck that nigga

[Verse 15: Stone]

Type of nigga who'll bat a bitch, and then wait on her pa

Type of nigga who'll do a snitch broad day in the park

I'm one of them niggas that don't bring it still buy up the bulk

Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks, and bang out with the law

[Verse 16: Lac]

Look here I come from the projects, and the ghetto streets

I'm cooking up whole thangs, 'til they hard like concrete

I fronted the O.G.s, a bag of that OZs

For niggas that don't know, I got something woadie

[Verse 17: Baby]

The same ol' nigga just a different game

Fuck bitches, tote heat, things never gon' change

I'm the number one stunna, nigga, Baby's the name

I like cooking crack and watch how quick it come back

[Verse 18: Stone]

I rock a oyster-faced Rollie with the crust out bang

Ice cover the wrist whodie like I sprung my hand

I sport Prowlers, whips with the T.V.s playing

Iceberg, Prada dick, like here come the man

[Verse 19: Baby]

I'll pull up at Washington Six in a six

I'll slide out quick, bet I could fuck any bitch

[Verse 20: Lac]

I push a lavender Porsche Carerra, seat sprayed leather

The top goes off and on to floss with the rainy weather

The seats they came customized, they made by Ricarro

A ruby red CL5, I'll cop by tomorrow

[Verse 21: Baby]

For catching me on the interstate drunk, running the law

With a bitch in my lap tasting my balls

I don't like when they too much, act like they stuck up

Leave Atrice nut up, I'll bat that bitch up

[Verse 22: Stone]

The king of the Nolia I crowd both the wrists

Lock down slanging towns, took the top off the six

In the club I be thugged with ten topless chicks

T-shirt, Girbauds, Reeboks in it

[Outro: Stone, Baby & Fresh]

Killa, ain't no stopping it

Off top, can't pop this bitch

You know what I'm saying

Baller Blockin' you understand

New Edition of Cash Money

Some real Hot Boys

Believe it woadie