Por Siempre Blocks

Blocks dude don't forget what we are blocks
'cause we always carry a glock in our pocket
this is for the punk cats from my block
and the cops who mess things up. (x2)

We are the best, we are the first ones
click clack bang bang the best in this game
you're a lowlife wannabe rapper
watch out or I'll send you to the cemetery.

What's up you kamikaze son of a b*tch?
if you want to find death, let's talk somewhere else
I'm from the block, between rhyme and shot I'll send you to the other side
in much less than a sigh.

To hell with your lies if I cut your act
you screwed up, you gave yourself up to the theft
I'm from the block and I don't buy the bullsh*t
walk straight, I don't care about your stuff.

For the fools we are the blocks
representing the blocks
listen up everyone we are the blocks
the kids support the cops not.

We are the trauma of the ghosts
we are the ones who carry the blocks in our soul
let the girls clap
just like that mommy, calmly.

Do whatever you want, throw us the bars
I know I'm not acting tough to win over a girl
I'm not pretending to be a criminal by frowning
because of my looks the girls surrender to me on a platter.

Between mess and junk
we stir things up like the Apaches
and the cops who seek revenge
and the fools who overeat.

So start, come on fools learn
move forward, I don't care what you have
lie to the girls, tell them whatever you want
you and I know they ask for spittoons.

They say they're crazy, they act like villains
they don't fight, they just bend their fingers
I keep going with my rap giving it a little touch
and you with your a** keep messing things up.

Blocks dude don't forget what we are blocks
'cause we always carry a glock in our pocket
this is for the punk cats from my block
and the cops who mess things up. (x2)

We are gunmen, don't try to figure us out
we are the guys who attack in the capital
grabbing pistols, shotguns, and rifles
we are the mafia that will blow your mind.

We are wanted but never dominated
we walk around shooting, leaving victims
because we grew up in a mercenary neighborhood
where life is lived with shots, chases, and sirens.

If you hear a gunshot, little kittens make way
here come the blocks, the tough guys who break noses
respect me or I'll go for the punches
when this dog barks, the cats listen.

Blocks dude don't forget what we are blocks
'cause we always carry a glock in our pocket
this is for the punk cats from my block
and the cops who mess things up. (x2)