(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

[Lil' Flip]

From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look

[Chorus]

From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips
And if you don't work, then you don't eat

I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets

[repeat Chorus]


[Lil' Flip]
Late night, if you don't work you don't eat

That %#@! is fo' real
You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that %#@! on yo' bills
Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O

We don't believe in police, cause they too slow
I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block

You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff

You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
Real ^!$$%s in the kitchen cuttin' stuff

Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
I got dreams of seeing all my money double up
I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed

If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat

[Chorus]


[Crime]
Do any ^!$$%s wanna step to this?

I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship
And I ain't even bring an extra clip

Just imagine if I brought my ^!$$% Flip
We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band %#@!
And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice

Your final notice, ready to die
Like my ^!$$% Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
My whole clicks alibi, $#&@ the piece I want the whole damn pie

Eight sounds tha best high
I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip
Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen %#@!

You really know who you $#&@in',you betta tell 'em Flip
My glock @@#!ed, yo' block drops
I bust shots, ya'll call cops, $#&@ 911 ^!$$% we blaze spots


[Dante]
Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out

I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South
Scream it loud, if you the meanest ^!$$%
Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas

Me and my ^!$$%s, feelin' trapped like we in a maze
Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me

Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hea
$#&@ it when I'm gone

Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on
We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want
Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous


[Chorus]


[Godfather]
We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers
Down South they lean, the East be never sober

Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
You ^!$$%s bogus, gotta keep my mind focused

Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
After I recite this, you ^!$$%s shouldn't quote this
Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius

Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels
Like ^!$$% la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle

[Lil' Flip]
Look, I stay on my block

I get paid on my block
It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block
I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock
If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block
I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block

Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block
I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block
I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block
You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block

I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block
7 years and 5 days ^!$$%, and I'm still on my block

What ^!$$%, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh
Crime, New York, ^!$$% Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo
block, ^!$$%, we do tha same..thang