ترانه:
H Block

block Spot is hot, but we gon mash to the top These FED's gon watch The cash don't spot, million dollar block [H.A.W.K.] On my block my spot, is hotter

your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty

damn clever Will they ever catch me,never Because I operate in and out of state Move at a quick rate And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down And my H

face off You n-ggas sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki?s curves, swing at the baseball I beat your brakes off H-H-Hi, I?m Tune?, salt

Is My Biggest And, Jelously Attractin Them Tryin My Best To Do Less, Tryin My Best But, Im Such To A Greater Extend My Phone Rings, A Block Call,

who's gonna pay the law chorus: H-U-S-T-L-E you know we run this city baby they cant do it like you do they aint got it like you do boss H-U-S-T-L

started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.

you dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all them Watts, in the Bronx Where they cater all around the devil block

I do it I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit I am a fool bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston You're