How Them 8 Blocks Roll (feat. JayBizz & Sdot BBE)

- eight-Block, eight-Block, eight-Block, eight-Block - Shark said he die R and they gotta go Niggas slid through they blocks and they ain't even throw I told 5K I'd come to his shows, but only if I get in with my pole You want the headshot, then aim for his nose Niggas tender, dying for these hoes We built different, die for my bros Tell lil' buddy better keep his pole Tell Moo Moo don't come to the eight; We don't care what his grandmother say Told Rambo if it's the rat of his case then he said to bait, I'ma go play You can take the Drac, cause I only need eight Who in that car, shoot it if it break Word at the K-Huncho, we can really make it But I wanna score, I'm getting impatient, I keep a strap cause niggas be hatin I knock him down with no hesitation Sak Pase I'm locked in with Haitians Why would I pay for a gun? I'ma take it I gotta move like I'm already famous I never fucked on a bitch that was basic Yo homie a rat, you gotta face it When he died, no retaliation She said, you toxic, I'm like, oh well, I'm a slime, bitch, you can't tell We had a laugh when he got nailed, he tried to run, but that nigga fell Hide & seek how we play with the opps, cause they wanna hide and we wanna plot Nothing but respect when they mention my block, ain't no more opps, all them niggas shot, big 45 with a ghost glock Remember going to war with a six shot, it don't matter, made they block hot, like, move or you get dropped Money, clothes, cars, and hoes, that's just how those eight blocks roll Sneakdissin we gon' see about it, how he died, they gon' read about it Trauma patient from the way we step, breath tool, he won't breathe without it Might just catch me up in Ruth Chris with a bad bitch, you know, she exotic No remorse, he ain't with the gang, if he on the pods, we allowed it House raid got the state attention, and I'll still slide with this case pending How the f*ck he came home, fourth time on pre-trial and he ain't snitchin They be quick to mention Shark name, cause he skied down with his gun tucked Catch him walking' while he with his bitch, bet he still swing' like a nunchuck Ladders hangin' out the Glock nine, I made him look down when we locked eyes Beefin' with me when he with his homies, but got Rambo in his top five Bugs Money, put him on his page, don't be tellin' niggas that we got ties Got his bitch fucked and his man shot, how you love the nigga but did not slide? Page watchin' what I'm hip to, how you mad at us for what his bitch do .357 long nose in my drawers, lookin' like my dick grew Chilling with him and you know he told, so we look at him like he a snitch too Twitch home, he ain't ask for product, he just want a gun that he can add a switch to I be outside, they won't do nothin, niggas, bitches, I know they be stuntin I got them mad, I'm pushin' they buttons, better stay off the eight, we be buggin Niggas, they mad, we die R, I keep a gun in my car Niggas run fast, but not far; Homie, he fast, the track star If I let him leave, I'll catch him again Man, I hate when a nigga pretend Cheat on me, bitch, and I'm fuckin' your friend Now you know how this story begin, niggas be tough, but tough on the internet I could expose, but I won't get into that, niggas be hoes, and we don't get into that Out with the bros, don't make me consider that, niggas be bitches, snitches too You hang with rats, you snitchin' too, niggas be flippin, switchin' too If you one of those, keep your distance too I'm on the block, he not though, he think he tough, he not though When I want the cash, I call up my brother to hit up big money for Guapo Money, clothes, cars, and hoes, that's just how those eight blocks roll Money, clothes, cars, and hoes, that's just how those eight blocks roll That's just how those eight blocks roll How those eight blocks roll