Artist: M.M.O. Album: All About the Money Song: The Block Typed by: Cno Evil [Trigg-nomm] Yo, look what the block done did to the kid Got me on the run from the pigs, rocking a wig Baby carriage, glock and a bib, some not knowing it's Trigg Others like, yo is he Trigg? He blowing a cig' Be on the, blow in the crib, got dough in the crib A o in the fridge, 'dro in the fridge, Don, Crys', Mo' in the fridge I stay in the crib, wit a fly bitch Be it Bedstuy or a C.I. bitch That get low, like an M.A.R.C.Y. bitch Or I be on 125th, in Grant Projects Eating food wit Gotti, P-Nut and Lil' Fool Pistol packing dudes, quick to cock back and clap a fool ASk around, check the attribute It's only natural, we clap at you Damn, look what the block done did to the kid Me and Rel used to run together, now we don't even have fun together And Lil' Mikey think he big enough to fight me Wit other youngings on the block who wanna be just like me While busting my gat, I be bubbling crack While parleying in Cali wit Dogg Pound writing wit Shaq Who can say they opened for Big, the game was no gimmick Pac was gone, Wu was strong, Snoop was down wit No Limit So I done, been wit the best, and did it wit the rest Now I live wit the stress, and get it like I know best Look what the block done did to my man They done murdered his whole fam, I'dda renigned wit his hand Look what the block done did to the God He done got hit wit a hundred yards Left a wife, three seeds and his mother scared I know it gotta be hard, when cats sing like they Chico DeBarge Look what the block done did to the team Who comes clean, who really fake, who turn states, who took the weight Who copped cook, then chopped, then distribute the weight Who got hooked, who got popped, who smart and got away When gangsta is what gangsta does And we live wit gangsta Crips and gangsta Bloods Who do gangsta shit, strictly, for gangsta love Is you gangsta bitch? Or is you a wanksta, cuz You get paper, dick ? Or is you a paper thug Who got paper slick, now you really think you thug Look what the block done did to our babies Look what the block done did to our ladies Got fifty percent of us shady The other fifty percent, on some if and maybe If it was a fifth, we be sippin' Hennessey and blazing weed Look what the block done did to you, B, it do the same to me Whether I'm O.T. or at O.T. Look what the block done did to the love Look what the block done did to the trust Look how the block bust back when they rush Look what the block got us doing to us Til we in the box, the cell block, ruining us Look what the block done did to the dream I'm on M.L.K. Boulevard, pleasuring key's wit a triple beam Look what the block done did to the fiends Look how they come back, similar to how the ones stack Or when the funds slack, how the M1 clap I'm on the block, making a come back, what, nigga