"Blockwork" lyrics
Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot Lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie:]
Thugs pushin' drugs, how the block work (Get it!)
Get bread twenty four seven, clockwork (Bang!)
On the block daily, on the job, pay me (Ugh!)
Still rockin' with that twelve gauge with that broken safety (Ha!)
Nothin' gon' change me and never will (Never will!)
They say The Predator is loose huntin' for a kill (Kill!)
Me and Buk on that block so you better take stock
Things we do for a mil', better guard your grill (Get it!)
Ain't no one really safe from suffering their fate
So when we in your face ain't no room for debate (Don't try that shit!)
Ain't nothin' stoppin' me from rippin' out your spinal cord
Throwin' it right up on the floor, welcome to the morgue (Welcome to the morgue!)
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot:]
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
[Bukshot:]
Wise man say, "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet
Wise man say, "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet
It's nothing, Gs in the street make the Glock squirt (Yeah!)
Gs gotta eat, how the block work (Come on!)
From the hood to the morgue, better call your lord (Uh oh!)
40 Cal and a sword 'bout to pull your cord (Goodnight!)
No parachute, landed in a pair of shoes
Makin' family members sick, drink Theraflu (Ugh!)
Me and Blaze holed up like Waco
Cutthroat, Slytherin, chop 'em with that Draco (Pop pop)
Ain't no riddle when fuckin' with The Shizzle (Nope!)
Play you like a fiddle, lock on you like a missile (Boom!)
This the end of all things, watch me absorb
Every ounce of energy you got. Welcome to the morgue!
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot:]
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
Thugs pushin' drugs, how the block work (Get it!)
Get bread twenty four seven, clockwork (Bang!)
On the block daily, on the job, pay me (Ugh!)
Still rockin' with that twelve gauge with that broken safety (Ha!)
Nothin' gon' change me and never will (Never will!)
They say The Predator is loose huntin' for a kill (Kill!)
Me and Buk on that block so you better take stock
Things we do for a mil', better guard your grill (Get it!)
Ain't no one really safe from suffering their fate
So when we in your face ain't no room for debate (Don't try that shit!)
Ain't nothin' stoppin' me from rippin' out your spinal cord
Throwin' it right up on the floor, welcome to the morgue (Welcome to the morgue!)
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot:]
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
[Bukshot:]
Wise man say, "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet
Wise man say, "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
Welcome to the morgue, we gon' cook you like a skillet
It's nothing, Gs in the street make the Glock squirt (Yeah!)
Gs gotta eat, how the block work (Come on!)
From the hood to the morgue, better call your lord (Uh oh!)
40 Cal and a sword 'bout to pull your cord (Goodnight!)
No parachute, landed in a pair of shoes
Makin' family members sick, drink Theraflu (Ugh!)
Me and Blaze holed up like Waco
Cutthroat, Slytherin, chop 'em with that Draco (Pop pop)
Ain't no riddle when fuckin' with The Shizzle (Nope!)
Play you like a fiddle, lock on you like a missile (Boom!)
This the end of all things, watch me absorb
Every ounce of energy you got. Welcome to the morgue!
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Bukshot:]
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
This is how the block work! This is how the block work!
Servin' heads for bread all day like clockwork
Got 'em all strung out, sundown to sun out
Goons on the road so you better have your gun out
