Bloccstyle Mr. Doctor (Ft. Brotha Lynch Hung)

[Chorus: Mr. Doctor]
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Let 'em know for the blocc nigga yeah
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Let 'em know for the blocc nigga yeah
This shit is on
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah

[Verse 1: Mr. Doctor]
Crossed the traccs, out at Burbank High
Late night, nigga felt nice
Came in through the hole in the fence
Threw up the mighty 9
Bloccstyle
Homies had the spot sewed up muthafuckas
Rollin' wit the G-B-C down as fuck
All the O-G's showed us what's up
Every real nigga from 29th street
Kicked up a gang of dust
True, this is why we dedicate the rhyme
To the niggas from the G-B-C, rollin' wit deuce nine
What's the wild straight deuces'?
And why the set's in the city of Sacc ain't got no truces?
How it hurt when the homie Chaka-Locc moved on
How it hurt when the homie Q-Ball was gone
Nigga this is how we livin'
And ain't nobody gave a fuck
While you niggas bullshittin'
Rival killa, murder his ass
In his faggot ass set
With his bitch made niggas
At the hamburger stand
Niggas don't understand
How the fuck a bitch gonna ce out on the spot
Wit no love for the blocc
This is how it's done nigga
I got love for the blocc
Nine times for the blocc nigga yeah