My block my block ,
My talk my talk ,
My walk my walk ,
My glock my glock ,

You claiming you run my city ,
But you rhyme and shoot homies so shitty ,
Plus u snitch ,
Me n my niggas consider you a glitch ,
Jane N Finch where i resign ,
You came their n crossed enemie lines ,
Knowing you will find enemies with guns ,
So u act n go their n act so tuff,
So You go their without a gun ,
You see where they hide they're stash ,
You bout to snitch but my nigga is ready to blast ,

My block my block ,
My talk my talk ,
My walk my walk ,
My glock my glock

Now you walk da walk talk da talk walk with a glock and walk on my block,
But for real my nigga u aint from here you from the rich part of N-Y ,
You actin so tuff acting to get high ,
When you walk my walk ,
My niggas laugh ,
You ask dem niggas bout da stash ,
And you ready to blast ,
But theyre enemie walks past they ask u to prove loyalty and blast ,
So u pull ur glock ,
You about to pull the triggure ,
Then u run away ,
You Bitch ass nigga ,

My block my block ,
My talk my talk ,
My walk my walk ,
My glock my glock ,

So me n my homies we rock our beats ,
We sing and sing and rhyme to a beat ,
We walk the walk ,
N shoot fake gangsters ,
Kill our enemies ,
Resign with homies ,
You come to da game u use to be my homie ,
I say you're cool cuz u use to be cool ,
You snitch n make me look like a fool ,
So i go out and blast u out just like a fool ,
We rule ur streets dont fuck with my crew ,
Cuz nigga ur snitchin only thing u cool is with popo to.

My block my block ,
My talk my talk ,
My walk my walk ,
My glock my glock ,

Freestyle king ,
With 10 inches of gold on my bling bling ,
Me n my niggas know how to sing ,
And we do our thing ,
But u with the nickname "king" ,
Bustin slugs pretending to be like us thugs ,
Selling fake drugs n all ,
Then snitch when u find out we sell drugs to get rich ,
Your rags to riches to snitches to bitches next thing u know ur snitches to 6 feet under in stiches
PEACE
Dedicated to my old homie "king" u had to snitch didnt you dumb ass bitch