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The Block Video (MV)




Performed By: Atyp1cal
Length: 1:46
Written by: Ethan Barton, Noah LaVigne




Atyp1cal - The Block Lyrics




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864 its the gang its the land its who you are and its who I am
I'm here to stay
864 what it is where it at
Mess with us and you'll be sad
Off the top like a fresh cut
Start to apply some pressure soon as you think I eased up
Don't get lost in the cut only full bread I don't f*ck with muts
Like my girls latina with the big buts
Balling on you lames so go ahead get em laced up
We won't hesitate to have you in a body bag zipped up
Don't f*ck with us cause I got the strap loaded
If I have to kill you then good I'll get promoted
Roll it off the finger like a floater
Shoot it 50 times and reload it
864 is the place my soul's devoted to
And I won't hesitate to f*ck around and shoot at you
Me and all my homies be ridin' too
Don't get caught out past nine or I promise you'll be dyin
Don't get carried like Demarcus, I'll get my cousin's on you
Your whole gang actin retarded call it special teams
Blow a whistle on your party foul
Like a referee and I'm headed to your town
Stowed away like a refugee
Gimme a weird look and I might laugh at you
See I know what else is in the trunk man I would duck
If you wanna see the f*cking light of day again
We out here shootin' real guns
You wanna play with the big boys
Well stop pretending
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Hello, you've reached the house of unrecognized talent
Please start after the beep

864 its the gang its the land its who you are and its who I am
I'm here to stay
864 what it is where it at
Mess with us and you'll be sad
Off the top like a fresh cut
Start to apply some pressure soon as you think I eased up
Don't get lost in the cut only full bread I don't f*ck with muts
Like my girls latina with the big buts
Balling on you lames so go ahead get em laced up
We won't hesitate to have you in a body bag zipped up
Don't f*ck with us cause I got the strap loaded
If I have to kill you then good I'll get promoted
Roll it off the finger like a floater
Shoot it 50 times and reload it
864 is the place my soul's devoted to
And I won't hesitate to f*ck around and shoot at you
Me and all my homies be ridin' too
Don't get caught out past nine or I promise you'll be dyin
Don't get carried like Demarcus, I'll get my cousin's on you
Your whole gang actin retarded call it special teams
Blow a whistle on your party foul
Like a referee and I'm headed to your town
Stowed away like a refugee
Gimme a weird look and I might laugh at you
See I know what else is in the trunk man I would duck
If you wanna see the f*cking light of day again
We out here shootin' real guns
You wanna play with the big boys
Well stop pretending
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Writer: Ethan Barton, Noah LaVigne
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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