Sosa O' Block Bang [x11] Let's get this sh** jumping Get these hoes bussin' n***a's sneak dissin' Well they ain't sayin' nothin' Them bullets get the touchin' Them veins get the bussin' Cause bullets come a dozen And they burn like a oven I'm a sick mothaf**a' Loud beat my robatussin' And I can't keep count of these b**hes I be f**in' I'll shoot a n***a down b**h I'm kinda off, I grew up in this sh** Goin' by what I saw Alotta real n***a's they was gettin' money So now I'm on the block n***a rain, sleet, or sunny OTF runnin', I f**s wit' Young Money I make one phone call yeah Cortez he comin' Wit' the Young Money, Kush stankin' like onions Edai you been my n***a, introduced me to six hunnid D-Rose what up, you scoring sh** I hear Keep ya head up out here, Every year is our year We, kinda f**ed up n***as ain't f**in' with me man [?] Free my n***a Juice Free my n***a Top Free all the guys man All My L's n***as All My Wiic City O'Block n***as man All My front street Glory Boyz man Ya know. OTF b**h All my young money n***as man, All my 300 hundred savage's man Bang [x5]