Botany Boys - Botany is Tha Block lyrics

(*scratching*) [C-Note] My n***a Screw, acting bad with the needles Now the Botany Boys, got more hits than the Beatles Hopping deep in the Regals, we give a f** if we has to You better duck, cause we just might blast you What makes you think, that you could blast me Hara** me Screwed Up Click, doing all you haters badly Play you n***as like Sweet-Tarts, you weak marks Quick to let my nuts hang, when the sh** starts This playa hating, has to come to a stop Or I'ma go pop-pop, with my new Glock shot One motherf**er, dead in his spine I'm down for handling mine, Botany the block that stay crunk at all time [Hook (*scratching*) - 4x] Botany is the block, that stay crunk at all times [Gator] Botany is the block, that stay lit up Cloverland's the hood, that them laws wanna hit up Nothing but hustlers, k**ers and born soldiers Pimps macks, big ballers and high rollers Playas for life, in the hood we was taught Born to mack, we understood from the start Cause the way I was raised, I know them hoes can see n***as coming up, like we supposed to be Big cars big trucks, all type of sh** We got a candy black, motherf**ing Viper b**h If you try to play me, you can get shot with my nine Like I told you once befo', Botany is the block that stay crunk at all times [Hook - 4x] [D-Red] The block that stay crunk, 4200 Botany Leaving haters dead, when infrareds seem to spot me Fools can't drop me, laws can't stop me Plotting plans in Cloverland, of many ways to pop me Wanna give a n***a time, instead of offering probation Steady trying to put a dent, in this organization But we scarring the nation, with these beats and rhymes n***a Botany is the block, that stay crunk at all times If you hoes ain't know, now you can say that you heard Cause I be balling like motherf**er, with my brother Bird So catch the heat from the Glock, or some slugs from the pump Cause we done told you hoes, Botany is the block that stay crunk [Hook - 4x] [Will-Lean] n***as get bumped off, from the slugs my pump toss Last and long, always stronger with the nina ross On the block, that's straight wrecking Strapped with a mack 11, taking any n***as stepping Or plexing, cause I'm chunking up the 3rd Coast Triple beam balanced, bout to watch my third toast So what, a n***a try next I grab my G's and pirates, twenty G's when I fly West Two birds, as I hit the streets My 4-4 desert eagle, and a ki of this c**a leaf Cause ain't no stopping the popping, the Glock co*king Bodies rocking, forever where G's clocking (*scratching*)