Scarface - My Block lyrics

[Verse 1] Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block You either working or you slanging c**aine on my block You had to hustle, cause that's how we was raised on my block And you stayed on your hop until you made you a knot On my block, to hang out was the thing back then And even when you left out, you came back in To my block, from Holloway, Bellfort, to Scott Reed Road to Phlox, we know the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high And even when it was storming outside, that n***a'd be by That's me, dogg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot n***as knew me back when I was stealing beers from Shamrock And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me He'd be tripping - and I'd bet he still try to tease me [Hook] My block - where everything is everything for sheezy My block - we probably done it all homey believe me My block - we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block - I'd never leave my block, my n***as need me [Verse 2] On my block, we duck the n***a-haters and the cops f** a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block - it ain't no different than the next block Ya get drunk and pa** out, and they back ya to the house And when you wake up on the couch you going right back at it On my block when ya that f**ed up they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart Of the Southside of Houston Texas, making your mark On my block, we're cuing all the time, playing dominoes Keep the Swishers sweet down until my Mama goes Back inside -- then we can fire Pa** it around a few times to get high [Hook] My block - where everything is everything for sheezy My block - we probably done it all homey believe me My block - we made the impossible look easy, for sheezy My block - I'd never leave my block, my n***as need me [Verse 3] On my block, everybody business ain't ya business What's going on in this house is staying here, comprende? On my block, ya had to have that understanding Cause if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, they set yo' a** on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks On my block--it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small little section we living in Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world Cause I love these ghetto boys and girls Born and raised on my block