[talking]  Love my block, Gulfbank and Antoine  That's the block, where I slept in them Vegas nigga  That the block that fed me food when my stomach  Was touching my back mayn  And I ain't gon lie, that's the block where I done  Plucked a few dope fiends, young nigga horny  Hot nuts, you know how it go    [50/50 Twin]  On my block, you can find my cap turned backwards  Chilling with some killas, guerillas and bad actors  In the back dice game, behind the sto'  Hearts broke cause Lil' Fo', done came in the do'  I'm dealing with big niggaz, that once was balling  Powder habit done went to crack, now they on the block hogging  After dark, is when the living dead start walking  Niggaz tripping on water bottles, they got for a quarter  Niggaz and hoes, getting they nose broke on the low  Steady losing weight, because they steady on the go  It's real, I feel every hood is the same  Everybody doing the same thang, trying to maintain  I'm trying to get on my feet, for crab and crawfish  But this water won't let me, got me falling off quick  It ain't all peaches and cream, like fake niggaz make it  Me and my niggaz smoking weed, and chilling in the Vacant    [Hook]  Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me  North-South-West-East, cutty rep your street  Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me  Bust shots kill cops, if you hate the police  Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me  Crank the barbecue pit up, let's burn some meat  Ain't nobody gon love my block, like me  From Hollywood to Garden City, it's Gulf Bank bitch    [50/50 Twin]  I'm at a hoe house, while her nigga in jail  She putting her baby to sleep, so me and her can freak  I don't who who came befo' me, or who got next  I'm just trying to get the subject, of some head address  Everybody fucking everybody, that's understood  We just strap up, because them hood hoe's pussy good  And a nigga will be lying, and that includes me  If he say he ain't never fucked, one of them young freaks  They hustle all week, and hit the club on Saturday  Hit the park on Sunday, pool hall on Monday  They getting pilled out, until they pass out  After the club, we sleeping at them hoes house  And all our money right, where the fuck we left it  In the morning, we smoking on some weed for breakfast  Hit McDonalds, happy meal it is  Call it tricking if you want, but I love the kids what    [Hook]    [50/50 Twin]  Homies in the Penn, thinking that they niggaz forgot em  But that's just the way it is, they know we thinking about em  Laws come we all run, in different directions  Throw your dope on me, we gon box when they leave  Putting it down on mix tapes, with Slim Thug and Watts  That's what build anticipation, for my album to drop  Youngsters quitting school, and they fail potential  Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals  Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living  The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws getting  My real thugs, strive just to keep it alive  Selling water crack and weed, trying to make the block bleed  Ain't nothing fabricated, it's all the real truth  As I write I'm in the Penn, is some'ing being produced  I'm a victim of the game, it's a god damn shame  Everybody know the block, addicting like cocaine what    [Hook]