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King Martin - Block Niggas Lyrics



King Martin - Block Niggas Lyrics




[ Featuring Savantthe9, TkeDamo ]

Showed up to a party last night with my gear on new spear on, got the glock in my pocket by the earphones, dressed to kill feeling like I probably can, I hope nobody aint trippin, because I probably am.

I pulled up with some alcohol, niggas looking crazy but it's cracking though, pussy everywhere I ain't had befo'. Mufukas draped in bandanas, they was avid bro, brown rag I ain't have it out, but I had it though. Best believe I'm finna let it breathe on grout. We been quit but I'm about supersede my mouth. cll that talk about them 40 boys don't never come out, now we here punk let's see what niggas talking about.

I'm hollin hold up, throw some muf*ckin fo's up, hold up, look some block niggas showed up, hey hold up, throw a muf*ckin fo up, hold up, look some block niggas showed up.

That perjury to say that you gone murder me. cll my niggas die for me or they gone take the first degree. F*ck it I'm a slumlord, came from the forty block, over by the Carey crms across the street from Gerson Parks. I'm just trying to diversify, ruger and that 40 block, see me with that Smith and Wesson now you niggas humble pie. Talking about some shit you heard, I'm talkin bout some shit I did, seeing dead bodies ya'll was playing Sega Genesis. Don't open up your mouth to me, couldn't walk a day with me. I'm a grown man muf*cka don't you play with me. Wait, I push buttons, send them boys to run you down. Could of been some track stars but they never made it out. Murder mafia nigga, aint no stoppin my niggas, get in in his muf*ckin way, the youngest poppin you niggas and droppin you niggas, air this whole place out to put a stop to you niggas.

You don't want problems with no street niggas, we don't just do this on beats, we really delete niggas. How bout walk shit down on feet nigga. You don't want no early grave nigga f*cking with them grave diggas. cnd you know I love to pop shit, knock a nigga out his sock shit, I really love to drop shit. Nothing better but a profit, know them youngest reapers they just waiting for a body. Rapping like the business in this murder shit my hobby, living for the moment when that a pussy nigga try me. We know that you ain't hard, you just frontin for your posse, violence is the remedy so I'ma catch a body. cnd we won't never beef if niggas come correct, but it seem niggas always coming with some disrespect. It aint nothin for me to hunt you down, I come to collect. When I show up with some killas, ain't no need to have vest cause we aiming for your neck. cnd my lil bro will kill you and he won't break a sweat, aint got time for no bitch so ain't no rollies or protecks, the illest in my city aint' no nigga iller yet, and I put that on the set.
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Showed up to a party last night with my gear on new spear on, got the glock in my pocket by the earphones, dressed to kill feeling like I probably can, I hope nobody aint trippin, because I probably am.

I pulled up with some alcohol, niggas looking crazy but it's cracking though, pussy everywhere I ain't had befo'. Mufukas draped in bandanas, they was avid bro, brown rag I ain't have it out, but I had it though. Best believe I'm finna let it breathe on grout. We been quit but I'm about supersede my mouth. cll that talk about them 40 boys don't never come out, now we here punk let's see what niggas talking about.

I'm hollin hold up, throw some muf*ckin fo's up, hold up, look some block niggas showed up, hey hold up, throw a muf*ckin fo up, hold up, look some block niggas showed up.

That perjury to say that you gone murder me. cll my niggas die for me or they gone take the first degree. F*ck it I'm a slumlord, came from the forty block, over by the Carey crms across the street from Gerson Parks. I'm just trying to diversify, ruger and that 40 block, see me with that Smith and Wesson now you niggas humble pie. Talking about some shit you heard, I'm talkin bout some shit I did, seeing dead bodies ya'll was playing Sega Genesis. Don't open up your mouth to me, couldn't walk a day with me. I'm a grown man muf*cka don't you play with me. Wait, I push buttons, send them boys to run you down. Could of been some track stars but they never made it out. Murder mafia nigga, aint no stoppin my niggas, get in in his muf*ckin way, the youngest poppin you niggas and droppin you niggas, air this whole place out to put a stop to you niggas.

You don't want problems with no street niggas, we don't just do this on beats, we really delete niggas. How bout walk shit down on feet nigga. You don't want no early grave nigga f*cking with them grave diggas. cnd you know I love to pop shit, knock a nigga out his sock shit, I really love to drop shit. Nothing better but a profit, know them youngest reapers they just waiting for a body. Rapping like the business in this murder shit my hobby, living for the moment when that a pussy nigga try me. We know that you ain't hard, you just frontin for your posse, violence is the remedy so I'ma catch a body. cnd we won't never beef if niggas come correct, but it seem niggas always coming with some disrespect. It aint nothin for me to hunt you down, I come to collect. When I show up with some killas, ain't no need to have vest cause we aiming for your neck. cnd my lil bro will kill you and he won't break a sweat, aint got time for no bitch so ain't no rollies or protecks, the illest in my city aint' no nigga iller yet, and I put that on the set.
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Writer: DAMION FOUNTAIN, DAVID LUCAS JR, RODNEY MARTIN
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Performed By: King Martin
Featuring: Savantthe9, TkeDamo
Language: English
Written by: DAMION FOUNTAIN, DAVID LUCAS JR, RODNEY MARTIN
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