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Posted on the Block Lyrics

These are the lyrics to song Posted on the Block as performed together by Royce da 5'9''&Styles P&Y.B.I.

Intro
Floss a lot, Young Boys Incorporated,
Holiday Styles,
From the Big Apple to the Motor City
Bring in that cash
Fuck is you doin'...

P Styles
You will, pull up a gun or pull up a chair
It's a gangster and a gentlemen
I'll pull up your ear
I got guns for centuries, bullets for years
Only tatoos im missin' is a couple of tears
I got niggaz that'll die for me, I do the same for them
Anything so that the team can win
Around my way they call me green beret
Cuz when it comes to the war,
niggaz know I bust my thing for days
And I won't touch the kids or the older folks
So my dope don't have to close (overdose)
I aint nuthin' but a bastard inmated
Move my work
It come to my gun, im on clappa to spray
Im with the Young Boy's Incorporated,
Holiday Styles, Floss A Lot to the 4th you bayed in

Floss A Lot
My niggaz we from the gutta' we hustle to get this fast money
Posted on the block and hoping we get some cash money
But whats funny nigga ti'll the last breath of me,
it's Young Boy's ima' rep it to the death of me

Royce
(yeah!)
In the streets we give em' what they been askin' (askin') for
Niggaz only be rappin' (rappin') raw
Triggaz clickin' and clackin (clackin)
Won't ya'll get in nigga we mashin (mashin)

Floss A Lot
Im on the block where them hustlers bubble em'
Wait for customers
Cookin until it c'rock up, just waitin' to heat the block up
Waitin' for Heath the poppa, but leavi'n a nigga shot up
Cuz hes shortin on his dick n' man, you better get him (uh huh)
I push the off at the color of cream
But man that stay flippi'n like gymmnastic teams
I know these gay niggaz who won't even blast a thing
I know some broke niggaz who couldn't get rich in their dream
And yeah im a hussla', so Bush is my idol
Go ahead knock me, give me charges, i'll beat em' like Michael
Im sendin niggas to the ER, they seein' they vitals
Or they might not even make it, they'll be dead on arrival because
Fuckin' with me, i'll blast you maybe
Put your ass in the garbage like Brenda's babies
Since the 80s, ive been known for the problems
Now I know how to solve em'
Three

Royce
My niggaz we from the gutta' we hustle to get this fast money
Posted on the block and hoping we get some cash money
But what's funny nigga ti'll the last breath of me,
M.I.C. Ima' rep it to the the death of me

Floss A Lot
In the streets we give em' what they been askin' (askin') for
Niggaz only be rappin' (rappin') raw
Triggaz clickin' and clackin (clackin)
Won't ya'll get in nigga we mashin (mashin)

Royce
To all that I see I take
I got a preoccupation with being as great as B.I.
Put in your cars, get you to seat
Cuz we operate like a kiosk (we fly!)
Here's your receipt
I just went over your head I know (he ha!)
Peep I bring em' out on you asap like T.I.
(Pick a clown rapper the shots hits rehits song???)
It's a rap, rap it or not
It is on
Nickel Nine back on the block to Jack in the Box
Say bye to that can of ass, whoop and twist is all
Spit coats of lava
All lines from Heaven (they deep)
Like a ocean dive off 9/11
They sleepin'
No survivors Saddam Osama me
The dopest rhymer with posse jeeps
Bully you, I aint tryin' to beef
But im buyin' whoever im sleepy
Especially if I in this D.....P

Floss A Lot
My niggaz we from the gutta' we husstle to get this fast money
Posted on the block and hoping we get some cash money
But whats funny nigga ti'll the last breath of me,
it's Young Boy's ima' rep it to the death of me

Royce
My niggaz we from the gutta' we husstle to get this fast money
Posted on the block and hoping we get some cash money
But what's funny nigga ti'll the last breath of me,
M.I.C. Ima' rep it to the the death of me

Floss A Lot
In the streets we give em' what they been askin' (askin') for
Niggaz only be rappin' (rappin') raw
Triggaz clickin' and clackin (clackin)
Won't ya'll get in nigga we mashin (mashin)

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