Intro 
Yeah 
Bro, I'm still crippin' 
Hoo-hoo, fuck you mean? 
Bitch, woo 

Verse 
Bitch, I'm still crippin' (Crip) 
East Side nigga, I'm?still?livin' 
Any problem in?the hood, I deal with it  
Put?a bag on his head, it's a meal ticket 
Got a Glock on the boat, call it a fish stick 
Nigga try to rob me, that's a blank miss 
Hold the Drac' in the car, my Elgato AR 
We put holes in the whip, now it's [?] 
And a nigga still tippin' on the fo' fo's 
And they still be trappin' at the Citgo 
And the dick in the Glock and it's a 4-O 
Hoofin' at the plug and told 'em, "Get ghost" 
Catching these bodies, but don't catch a case 
He talk out the top, put a hole in his face 
Swerve, and every time I see the jakes 
I send my lil' [?] to watch for the snakes 
These niggas talkin' like they send me bodies 
But most of these niggas some mini-mes 
Shakin' my hand and they smilin' 
You would say, "Hi," to some niggas, some enemies 
It's 2020 and I'm smokin' Christmas tree 
Whippin' the dope in the pot, this ain't chemistry 
I go on some fruit, but not on [?] 
Middle finger trigger finger the enemy
I'm from Memphis, south west part of Tennessee
Woah, niggas be killin' me
Uh, hoes, they don't be fittin' me
Uh, opps thinkin' 'bout killin' me
Heard a nigga say rob me
They said, "It's fiction," hickory dickory (Dock)
Uh, first .48, it's the misery
Choppa hit a nigga, rotisserie
If they ain't got a black nigga in the school book
Nigga, that shit really ain't history
I heard the opps say they sick of me
Uh, well, they'll have to get rid of me
Fuckin' a ho, she never gave a kiss to me
Pass to the bro and they gon' have a trilogy
Strapped with that .30, come in, take a pill or three
Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me

Outro
I said, "Bloc J the hood, now everybody deal with me"
You, you, you and you
Gotta deal with me
Big JB
Grape Street, big Loc
Ridin' 'round with that big .5
Know the feds, they pissed off, yeah
Big .44
Big, big, big Loc
Big Loc
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