Letras:
Bun B My Block

This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" This is my block, "Lay Down" Ohaaaaaa We run things round here Whooaaa This is my

-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my

where we come from. Sun come shinin', Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.

the money not folded, in a row Like a pimp When i see you bitch you better have my dough Like a pimp Reach back Like a pimp Slap the hoe (Bun B) I

nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals Now my

the block G-Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block Get that cheese, hit the block, get that cheese, hit the block [Bun B: over

but never sold my soul to bang And bitch I'll hit you with that thang, I'm a Underground King [Hook] [Bun B:] Cross the line, nigga push my button

em? Uh...I wanna chop blades [Bun B] Now, when I turn my knock up, and bangin' yo' block up Without pickin' my Glock up, I'm raisin' my stock up I got

wit'cha nose I got two matchin Bentleys just bought me a Rolls My momma drive a BM and my gul got a Benz Watchin life through my rearview I see haters in my