T.I. - Hit the Block lyrics

[Chorus 1: MJG sample] Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block [Bun B: over Chorus One] Get it, let's get it Get that money mayne, get that money mayne Let's get that money mayne, c'mon [Chorus 2: MJG sample] Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough Hit the block, count that cash, get that cheese, get that dough Get that cheese, get that dough, get that cheese, get that dough [Bun B: over Chorus Two] Let's go, yeah, let's go What? What? [Chorus 2] [Bun B: over Chorus Two] Let's get it, yeah Let's get it, what? What? [Bun B:] Well it's the first of the month my n***a so you know what it is (is) Let's get down to the block and get that handlin this biz Call the dealers and k**ers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas (what?) Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest (huh) I got my mind on my paper (paper) it's time for collectin ('lectin) My issue you neglectin, seem to me you disrespectin Boy don't play with my pape's cause I'ma gon' spray where you stay Pull out that K in a day and get done away like you fake Straight out P-A short Texas, servin trees on the West (West) A money-makin machine, n***a I do it best With the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya a** Cause I gotta [Chorus 2] [Pimp C:] Uhh, I got a 'Llac with a stash spot Spot, for that plastic heater in the gla** knot Get the cheese, whip the blow, hit the sneeze, hit the dro She on her knees in the low, I make 'em get down on the flo' Flo', you n***as say you want a better price Price, you got it but it ain't gon' hook right Drop seven on lock tight, f** wit it the whole night Try to hit and she hid the Sprite, got you mad like Tina and Ike Ike, my product always cover up good Good, n***a I can put that on my neighborhood Hold Arthur right on the water, white powder and hella snorter n***a wanna buy eight I brought 'em Slowly off and then I ate in the squadda Uhh, now n***a look at how the time change Change, check out the Jordans on this wide frame Whippin out and grippin gram, new truck or candy slant Makin young girls drop it I, hit the slab b**h hit the block [Chorus 2] [T.I.: over Chorus Two] Let me get these n***as for you Pimp! Let me handle this sh** for you Bun, I got you! You know it's a team, UGK alumni Ain't nuttin! [T.I.:] I got a, fresh connect a Betty bubble up out the pirate Ask yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past Besides that, n***a current or make five cents It's seven eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that By fifty thousand, no more browsin, b**h I'm buyin that I'm ridin 'Llac with three old Benzes right behind that Fifth comin down we be flexin, fives and sixes in GTS's Chrome tips with VVS's, neck and chest in VVS's Oh yes it's, the mob better get your mind right Ay Tip ain't goin home, that don't even sound right You n***as actin like a broad, I don't wanna fight Nah I ain't gon' squab but I will have a gun fight We finna hit the streets with the Glock, with the G's in the block Trappin on like a traffic stop, then sooner or later I have a knot Got money from Bankhead to Groverland, f** your head back to Simpson Road Down South fakers known for gettin paper Then some of the hill n***as still know, for sho' they know [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1]