Artist: Prodigal Sunn Album: The Block (S) Song: The Block Typed by: Cno Evil [Hook: Prodigal Sunn] The block is real The block... The block is real [Prodigal Sunn] Fewer street isolation, jakes creep through the hood, interrogating Life of a three time felon, so blunt, weapons illegal selling Shouting rebellion, and all I want is smooth sailing But my fam keep telling me, peep God, it's jealously I move your majesty, heat-guns, Butch Cassidy, Sundance sweetheart These leaky pieces wanna get in my pants I take a chance, see my face in the back of our ambulance I'm far too advanced, build my kingdom like an army of ants Bunch of my fam, died in the slums, driving for crumbs We do a, die where I'm from, til I'm high off this green gum Where I'm from, exchange a blum for blum Streets sing a song, but they, won't live long [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] This goes out, to my hustlas on the block, blocks Cash scrapers, move makers, yo we steam broc' This goes out, to them hustlas on the block, blocks Team movers, dream persuers, bonds and stocks This goes out, to big business behind them cell blocks Do ya time, free ya mind, keep the diesel rocked It's still real on the block, block, yo, yo [Prodigal Sunn] Since the age of 13, gravy, I knew I was ahead of the game Now good times in the hood, but I stood like James Evans, son if you know what I know, you will keep stepping Or you can taste the flames of these automatic weapons Blow 'em, I'll blast, Sunzini on the rise at last Two On Da Road, S.O.M., universal my cash I fiend you to pass, future present, I roll a desert eagle The way that I move, every step is residen' lethal For the days of pop rocks, grab the 32's and 22's Sippin' Amaretto with jews Life or death, is the game you choose, so wins or lose Surrounded, in the slums of guns, cracks and booze Whose to say, trial or terror, error the game Machines spray, my son gotta, head for the grave Scratched out for the block life, living in war I watch them wiz take off in the poor, poor, poor [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] I'm type extreme with the skills, the way I move through the fields Endangered species in the hood, alotta, blood got spilled Rest in peace, but never the least, the beast won't cease Son I'm forced to carry a piece, but I keeps it peace Just see the game for what it really is, about my kid Served two bids, popped a few lids, my dudes in this The streets be a gamble, baby boys playing with ammo Bubbling samples, running through the jungle like animals Dying for fortune, another victim lay in the coffin Your drama, unlike mama love, it's gon' be alright For every dollar, that we spend, we gotta see it again Hard times in the ghetto, the evil of men, men [Chorus]