Lyrics:

Police Dispatcher ..He's headed out a windowThe man with the bag is running like a son of a bitchWe have people wit
h bags running across, running to the East River, the East RiverAnd we have four people parking behind the eastern runway(Ugh
, take a ride, to my block (my block))OK it looks good, your clear now(That's right)Go(We're on my motherfucking block)[V
erse 1]They got a nigga, shedding tearsReminiscing on my past fearsCause shit was hectic for me last yearIt appears that I
've been marked for deathMy heartless breathThe underlying cause of my arrestMy life is stressedAnd no rest, forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemeteryShit is scary, how black on black crime legendaryBut a
t times unnecessaryI'm gettin' worriedTeardrops and closed casketsThe three strikes law is drasticAnd certain death for us
ghetto bastardsWhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire?Life in the pen ain't for me, cause I'd rather dieBut don't
cry through your despairI wonder if the Lord still cares for us niggas on welfareAnd who cares if we survive?The only time
they notice a nigga is when he's clutchin on a four-fiveMy neighborhood ain't the sameCause all these little babies goin' cra
zy or they sufferin in the gameAnd I swear it's like a trapBut I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go backHoes
show me loveNiggaz give me propsForever hop, cause it don't stopOn my block[Chorus]Maybe life is but a dreamHard times
is all we've seen(On my Block)Every block