shot the holster off your cowboy pants [Bizarre:] Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single Who's
I'm back, black, heavens to Betsy, time to get deuce I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice I'm not the new kids, but I'm knockin' blocks
kids with hammers, hooked to a camper Yo, next up It's the G O D Yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony Youth on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin
yeah...) This is MC Negro And this is this Ign-ant MC And this is our new motherfucking single OUR NEW SHIT Slaughtahouse This shit is called Slaughtahouse
pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block
the underground, found new life on the South Streets We ? off the jams that will uplift the people's souls Cause the Objects that are Foreign, the kids
and yo' spot Move work from yo' block to yo' block The neighbour better keep their fuckin' do'r locked [Verse Five: Da Advokids] See we be on a track
shot the holster off your cowboy pants [Bizarre:] Back from the studio boy, I don't wanna mingle Smoking LSD, working on Lou Roths new single Who's the
song is about young children who live in single family homes and their mother or father chooses their boyfriend or girlfriend over you. Remember parents, kids
on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single
all we've seen (On my Block) Every block is kinda mean But on our block we still plaaayyy (My Block) (Heh heh heh) But on our block we still plaaayyy
of my pockets And it don't help when I'm screamin on these records that I'm rich Callin people from my number, now I block it Cause ain't nothin worse
pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block
black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin they black kids, and
feat. Sho) [Verse 1: Willie D] As I roll through the motherfucking inner city 27 years and the block still looks shitty The mayor put his picture on