(*talking*)
Oh you a block bleeder nigga, what you raw
You ready to go to war, with choppers nigga
You ready to take, Penitentiary chances fool
What type of nigga you is

[Big Pokey]
I'm a thug nigga, bone full of roaches and bugs
Affiliated with slugs, and moving quarters these drugs
Boys mugs get plugged, when I'm pushed to the limit
Q 4-5 infinite, rim'd up and tinted
Every corner I bend it, my vehicle ain't rented
Inside like a lumber yard, with screens all in it
Moving and sticking, plus I keep my pyrex clicking
Figgas is flipping, I'm into handling and shipping
Pockets on the chicken, cause I won't stop pumping
Dismantling and dumping, always into something
Bust 4-4, off top trust no ho
If a bitch jump out of line, bust her nose
Run out condo, I hog the slut
Just to keep it all gravy, I'll hog the cut
Lost the drop on the gut, as I release the top
And keep it real never squeal, when it comes to the cops

[Hook]
Do you love your block (yeah), do you hug your Glock (yeah)
Do you always shoot to kill, when you bust off shots (yeah)
Do you trust hoes not (yeah), you get money and stocks (yeah)
You keep it real never squeal, when it comes to the cops (yeah)
Then you a thug nigga
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