Joell Ortiz - My Block Lyrics

"Please don't hang around with me..."
Careful where I'm form, bruh
"Don't play your games with me..."
Shit
I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn, Cooper
13th Building, 7th story high
But, oh boy, did they let it fly
And there we have it

I remember the first time I gave someone a buck fifty and their blood hit me
I was drunk, pissy, screaming, boy, don't fuck with me
A buck sixty [?] five seven, but a threat, my booze step
N54 elevens through the jects
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
We smoke L's in the stairs, sip Cisco with thots
The best head was on a roof, that was top notch top
My Glock cocked
Bubble boots, I move red tops
Nickels, five dollars a pop
5 for 20, they cop like clockwork
I cop work, get kitty to chef it
R.I.P. to the best coke cookie, a legend
A half a g of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays
Me no play
This jump off my hip, you DOA
See your way through my E's if you ain't from my hood
'Cause asking for a building number ain't good

Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah, that's us
Chilling in front of the building, made a killing, drug dealing
And we don't bust traps in front of children or old folk
We grow folk, villains
Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million
I don't want to be civilian
Too spoiled for a 9 to 5
Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood got idolized
I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy and get the stock rims, we vitalized
Pop up out the car, watch like surprised, I buy a prize
Invite 'em with my team watching cable
Only time of serving squares in my circle is at the table
Add 'em a lil' water, that 'eve, I hit the block
Long as I got that cane, I'm able to flip the rock
I swear to god, I finger-fuck this forty [?] like we in a orgy
And have these bullets shaking up whoever coming for me
Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings
Like them old school forefinger joints, my name ring

Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the night a time a long clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot

Yeah, yeah
Real easy, real careful
Walk lightly through my hood
Word up