You know what the f*** be p****** me off?
The other m************ think they running my block
Jump off that f****** stoop, hit the f****** gate, n****
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the n***** the whole f****** clip
Every m************ round in this m*********** you can get
Tell them it's a block thing
Murder murder, murder murder
n***** run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, n***** kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, n***** pack light
n****'s mouth loose but my strap tight
n***** slide through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we 'bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a n**** head off
f*** around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on them n***** with you
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one n**** with the Source
Hit two n***** with the Vibe
b**** I kill your vibe
It's a reason n***** can't f*** with Chuck
I'm a Compton n**** and I don't give a f***
n**** walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-by's out a Bentley truck
Whoo! Yeah
Have you ever seen a murder huh?
(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a n**** in the trunk
c*** your s*** and walk around the corner
Promise n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
No, n**** this ain't what you want, whoo, yeah
(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom
(Murder murder) Whoo
Pull up on your block, take that s*** over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
Twelve gauges on the trap sofas
Naked b****** in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like the young Oprah
Told the n**** he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the s***
His mama cryin' but his son a b****
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
n**** run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a newer pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Lou Dot
n***** talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your a** with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown
I can't stop with the murder s***
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of n***** died on how they wear the s***
Shut the f*** up
Or get murdered, murdered, murdered
Have you ever seen a dead
Murder murder murder murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo)
Have you ever seen a
(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)
Murder murder murder murder
(Boom boom boom boom, look)
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n**** in the trunk
c*** your s*** and walk around the corner
Promise n**** this ain't what you want
Everybody lay the f*** down, you know who it is n****
Ay, what the f*** you doing? n**** come here n****
Gun in your m************ mouth
n**** put that m************ gun down Before I smoke your m************ homie
Ayo and get all this s*** n****
I'm about to kill this n****, f*** you n****
You dying too b**** a** n****, pow n****
Let's get the f*** out of here
Block wars
Block wars
Block wars
Songwriters: Jayceon Terrell Taylor
The other m************ think they running my block
Jump off that f****** stoop, hit the f****** gate, n****
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the n***** the whole f****** clip
Every m************ round in this m*********** you can get
Tell them it's a block thing
Murder murder, murder murder
n***** run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, n***** kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, n***** pack light
n****'s mouth loose but my strap tight
n***** slide through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we 'bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a n**** head off
f*** around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on them n***** with you
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one n**** with the Source
Hit two n***** with the Vibe
b**** I kill your vibe
It's a reason n***** can't f*** with Chuck
I'm a Compton n**** and I don't give a f***
n**** walk around with that pistol tucked
I do drive-by's out a Bentley truck
Whoo! Yeah
Have you ever seen a murder huh?
(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a n**** in the trunk
c*** your s*** and walk around the corner
Promise n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
n**** this ain't what you want (block wars)
No, n**** this ain't what you want, whoo, yeah
(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom
(Murder murder) Whoo
Pull up on your block, take that s*** over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMare DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
Twelve gauges on the trap sofas
Naked b****** in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like the young Oprah
Told the n**** he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the s***
His mama cryin' but his son a b****
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
n**** run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a newer pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Lou Dot
n***** talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your a** with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown
I can't stop with the murder s***
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of n***** died on how they wear the s***
Shut the f*** up
Or get murdered, murdered, murdered
Have you ever seen a dead
Murder murder murder murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo)
Have you ever seen a
(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)
Murder murder murder murder
(Boom boom boom boom, look)
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n**** in the trunk
c*** your s*** and walk around the corner
Promise n**** this ain't what you want
Everybody lay the f*** down, you know who it is n****
Ay, what the f*** you doing? n**** come here n****
Gun in your m************ mouth
n**** put that m************ gun down Before I smoke your m************ homie
Ayo and get all this s*** n****
I'm about to kill this n****, f*** you n****
You dying too b**** a** n****, pow n****
Let's get the f*** out of here
Block wars
Block wars
Block wars
Songwriters: Jayceon Terrell Taylor