Mr. Serv-on - Hit The Block lyrics

[mr. serv-on] You n***as talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that And hit a n***a block, ha But i don't really think you know what it means To run up on a n***a's sh** And take what you want n***a Cause as long as i can remember n***a Down south, no limit We take what the f** we want [mr. serv-on] Ha, i'm addressin to show alot of n***az in the rap game, sh** bout to change n***a you gotta know your pay, chose your side n***a, foe or friend I can't pretend to love a n***a when i know i don't I can't pretend to love a woman when i know the f** i won't Cause eveything i seem to love, seem to leave And every n***a i see to trust, Seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed How many n***as you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind How many n***as you know smile when the judge say 99 I know alot of n***as in the rap game look at the tank on my chest And you say to yourself n***a, you hate my kind When you n***as sit on top of the rap game Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid Then we came, n***a starvin in the middle of the night Like a new young rapper on a new york train Then we stepped off, pay the toll, n***a you know tanks roll Why you n***as strollin in your videos in the park We was wagin bloody war in the dark And if you about that talk n***a, f** you Chorus You don't know when i hit your block i hit right You don't know when i hit your block, aight You don't know when i hit your block, i hit it right Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2 Now ease up n***a, don't make a sound, lay it down I f** with the pound, And any new other gang won't make me f** with this rap thang I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan sh** Cause with the pound name n***a You know you be shippin enough out the door And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho See i was like randy moss, the top draft choice Alot of you n***as looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice But that n***a with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round Now i get down with young savage n***as From la to smoking weed with that n***a tony from town 87, and chi town I even get down with jack town ballers, mississippi n***as Callin me on my beeper sayin serv, n***a you need extra trigger Forever n***a, that's how i do it when i put it down n***a If you ain't f**in with a n***a I bang, hang, n***a lesson hang, sayin n***a Chorus x2 You know what i'm saying motherf**er? You goin know what's happening Like that little n***a that like to bark say n***a talk is cheap motherf**er You know what i'm sayin So when i hit your block you goin know To the n***az in the rap game, i know you keep it real