(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)



[Lil' Flip]

From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look



[Chorus]

From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips

From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips

And if you don't work, then you don't eat

I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets



[repeat Chorus]



[Lil' Flip]

Late night, if you don't work you don't eat

That shit is fo' real

You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills

Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O

We don't believe in police, cause they too slow

I had to do what I did so I could get what I got

You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block

You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'

You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'

You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff

You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff

Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff

Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff

Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up

I got dreams of seeing all my money double up

I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed

If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat



[Chorus]



[Crime]

Do any niggas wanna step to this?

I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip

Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship

And I ain't even bring an extra clip

Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip

We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit

And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice

Your final notice, ready to die

Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high

My whole clicks alibi, fuck th