Artist: Botany Boys Album: Thought of Many Ways Song: Botany is Tha Block Typed by: Lil Hustle (*scratching*) [C-Note] My nigga Screw, acting bad with the needles Now the Botany Boys, got more hits than the Beatles Hopping deep in the Regals, we give a fuck if we has to You better duck, cause we just might blast you What makes you think, that you could blast me Harass me Screwed Up Click, doing all you haters badly Play you niggaz like Sweet-Tarts, you weak marks Quick to let my nuts hang, when the shit starts This playa hating, has to come to a stop Or I'ma go pop-pop, with my new glock shot One motherfucker, dead in his spine I'm down for handling mine, Botany the block that stay crunk at all time [Hook (*scratching*) - 4x] Botany is the block, that stay crunk at all times [Gator] Botany is the block, that stay lit up Cloverland's the hood, that them laws wanna hit up Nothing but hustlers, killers and born soldiers Pimps macks, big ballers and high rollers Playas for life, in the hood we was taught Born to mack, we understood from the start Cause the way I was raised, I know them hoes can see Niggaz coming up, like we supposed to be Big cars big trucks, all type of shit We got a candy black, motherfucking Viper bitch If you try to play me, you can get shot with my nine Like I told you once befo', Botany is the block that stay crunk at all times [Hook - 4x] [D-Red] The block that stay crunk, 4200 Botany Leaving haters dead, when infrareds seem to spot me Fools can't drop me, laws can't stop me Plotting plans in Cloverland, of many ways to pop me Wanna give a nigga time, instead of offering probation Steady trying to put a dent, in this organization But we scarring the nation, with these beats and rhymes Nigga Botany is the block, that stay crunk at all times If you hoes ain't know, now you can say that you heard Cause I be balling like motherfucker, with my brother Bird So catch the heat from the glock, or some slugs from the pump Cause we done told you hoes, Botany is the block that stay crunk [Hook - 4x] [Will-Lean] Niggaz get bumped off, from the slugs my pump toss Last and long, always stronger with the nina ross On the block, that's straight wrecking Strapped with a mack 11, taking any niggaz stepping Or plexing, cause I'm chunking up the 3rd Coast Triple beam balanced, bout to watch my third toast So what, a nigga try next I grab my G's and pirates, twenty G's when I fly West Two birds, as I hit the streets My 4-4 desert eagle, and a ki of this coca leaf Cause ain't no stopping the popping, the glock cocking Bodies rocking, forever where G's clocking (*scratching*)