Lyrics Scarface – On My Block
Text:
For the block boy, take it rough…
Scarface
Everyday it’s been the same old thang on my block
Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block
And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot
On my block, to hangout was the thang back then
And even when ya left out, ya came back in
To my block, from Halloway, Belfort, to Scott
Reed Road to Phlox, we load the spots
Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots
On yo’ block you prolly had a Fat Pat or Tupac
Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high
And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga’d be by
That’s me dawg, on my block, I ain’t have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock
And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me
He’d be, trippin — and I’d bet he still try to tease me
Chorus
My block — where everything is everything fa sheezy
My block — we probably done it all homey believe me
My block — we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy
My block — I’d never leave my block, my niggaz need me
Scarface
On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops
Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out
On my block — it ain’t no different than the next block
Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house
And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it
On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it
of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark
On my block, we’re cueing all the time, playin dominoes
Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes
back inside — then we can fire
Pass it around a few times to get high
Chorus — 2X
Scarface
On my block, everybody business ain’t ya business
What’s goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende?
On my block, ya had to have that understanding
Cause if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys
And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire
And when the word got back, the set yo’ ass on fire
On my block, we got some ‘Nam vets shell-shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block — it’s like the world don’t exist
We stay confined to this small little section we livin in
Oh my block, I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls
Born and raised, on my block…
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Chorus — 2X
