856 - On Ya Block (feat. Merc & Livewire) Lyrics

Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
These things gotta nigga stressin
So I lay down the bars
We just coming in the game
For what's rightfully ours
The cribs the cars
And the bad ass broads
While we sippin on the Remy
In the memory of y'all
My whole life
Niggas said I wasn't going to make it
On my block I pump until
The street is mother f*ckin vacant
While you waiting
My crew is standing up
And we adjacent
On my block
This is what you mother f*ckers
Is facing
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
Remember that bitch
Kiesha Gray
From down the block
Around the way
Messed with old head Dominican
Used to like to pump ya
Yo she flipped kid
On some sick shit
Her wig stay twisted
Snorting blow up her nose
Everyday she started trippin
Cleared the safe
Took 2 g's
The coke stash
And dirty smithin
Dominican nigga came home
To find his shit missin
But she on a rampage
Storming the block for little Jay
I heard he spoke some foul shit
Just the other
Now she all coked up
Holding the pistol
But ain't know Jay kept
A sweeper with him
That he called the broom bristle
Yo she licked off and missed
He licked off and hit
End of the story
Welcome to my block kid
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
A pen and paper
Is all I need
Plus a little bit
Of the trees
To get mine
I rewind and intertwine
On this shit
I got locked
I hit the block
Running from the cops
Outlawin shit for real
Mommy used to tell me
I was a wild kid
But had more moves
Than Jason Kid
Style hotter than
Duce Bigalow player pimp
Used to rock the hottest shit
And the group is Enterprise and 856
We Drop R.I.P Duffy
And Revere Run is my block
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
Money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block
It's just bout money bitches
Yeah we hot
We dem 856 Boys
We on ya block