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Hit the Block Lyrics

[Mr. Serv-On]
You n***** talkin'bout you run out of this and jump out of that
And hit a n**** block, ha
But I don't really think you know what it means
to run up on a n****'s s***
And take what you want n****
Cause as long as I can remember n****
Down south, No Limit
We take what the f*** we want

[Mr. Serv-On]
Ha, I'm addressin to show alot of n***** in the rap game,
s*** bout to change
n**** you gotta know your pay, chose your side n****, foe or friend
I can't pretend to love a n**** when I know I don't
I can't pretend to love a woman when I know the f*** I won't
Cause eveything I seem to love, seem to leave
And every n**** I see to trust,
seem to scream jealously and betrail and bleed
How many n***** you know smoke weed to ease the ghost in they mind
How many n***** you know smile when the judge say 99
I know alot of n***** in the rap game look at the tank on my chest
And you say to yourself n****, you hate my kind
When you n***** sit on top of the rap game
Ya'll decided to sit back, get fat, smoke weed, get laid
Then we came, n**** starvin in the middle of the night
Like a new young rapper on a New York train
Then we stepped off, pay the toll, n**** you know tanks roll
Why you n***** strollin in your videos in the park
We was wagin b***** war in the dark
And if you about that talk n****, f*** you
[Chorus]
You don't know when I hit your block I hit right
You don't know when I hit your block, aight
You don't know when I hit your block, I hit it right
Cause everything in sight gotta die tonight x2

Now ease up n****, don't make a sound, lay it down
I f*** with the Pound,
and any new other gang won't make me f*** with this rap thang
I could take each one of my producers, send them each to one of your labels
And you finally get the feelin of what it feels like to get a real hit
And don't be afraid to look at that sound scan s***
Cause with the pound name n****
You know you be shippin enough out the door
And pay you artist to a video, buy a house for your wife, you know my ho
See I was like Randy Moss, the top draft choice
Alot of you n***** looked at me but you was too scared to touch my voice
But that n**** with the gold teeth picked me late in the first round
Now I get down with young savage n*****
From LA to smoking weed with that n**** Tony from town 87, and Chi town
I even get down with Jack Town Ballers, Mississippi n*****
Callin me on my beeper sayin Serv, n**** you need extra trigger
Forever n****, that's how I do it when I put it down n****
If you ain't f***** with a n****
I bang, hang, n**** lesson hang, sayin n****
[Chorus x2]

You know what I'm saying m***********?
You goin know what's happening
Like that little n**** that like to bark say
n**** talk is cheap m***********
You know what I'm sayin
So when I hit your block you goin know
To the n***** in the rap game, I know you keep it real
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Da Next Level (1999)