H.A.W.K. - Million Dollar Block lyrics

(Hook) Million dollar block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar block (H.A.W.K.) On my block my spot, is hotter than Arizona Infested with marijuana, hustlers on every corner I sit in the sauna, like the boat in the beach Four hundred snails cut cudicals, as I sip pharmicutical Got me twelve funds, along with stocks and bonds And for the cash baby, even got a green thumb Fee-fi-fo-fum, like Jack and the bean stock I'm pa**ing four raw, with sixty open some vaults I paid the cost, a certified Mafia boss And over a quarter a million dollas, is my annual gross Popping bottles of Andre, Castle and Ligante On page like picante, feed me on me entree It's my way like Usher, got connections in Russia Try to stop my shine, my troops'll bum rush ya F-E-D's on the watch, all eyes on me Ain't nothing they can do, but legalize currency (Hook - 2x) (Lil' O) I'm in a drop top Benz, yelling motherf** friends Cause now I'm strictly p**y, family and dividends Finally made it off the block, streets swallowed us G's God's hopped out of me, had to swallow my cheese But the next day I was grinding, got the balling disease I had a dream I was a Don, U-Hauling these ki's Yelling Southwest, Braeswood And y'all know, 8900 pay good I went from a block bleeder, to a Interstate skater A fifty pack scorer, to a heavy weighter a cookie baker And n***a, I ain't ask I took my paper Cause fool I ain't a rookie in these streets, I pull capers Cause now we ball till we fall, drink Cristal Ghetto superstars, stay knocking off the mall Hundred thousand dollar cars, on twenty inches We million dollar boys, man you n***az penny pitchers (*talking*) Million dollar block, there's one in every city State and ghetto near you, all you have to do Is take care of your business, you know they watching you Stay on top of your game, and stay away from these Hating a** n***az, keep it real and your do will grow, you feel me (Hook - 2x) (D-Gotti) Marvin Gators and blocks, eat gators and steaks on papers As I climb the elevator, housing and the ten acres Yeah the paper it grew, caused mo' up's than blue 36 to 52, now I'm Gucci to the shoe And who new, I prescribe more narcotics than mayors Wanted dead or alive, got one 4-5 on my head And these FED's, got my block hotter than fire But off the flo', just knocked me a Benz two-tou' They gon stop and say why, 23 tire fleece And I don't lease nothing baby, think half of what you see f** a ki', I'm cutting my time by the pound Stepping out in Devinci, with my broad in 'Sacci gowns Watch out now, we sipping champagne in campaigns Chit-chatting bout new names, and new schemes for c**aine Mo' pain, I'm staining the scene chasing the green Through my million dollar block, dreams done turned reality (*gates closing*)