[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield]
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin´
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Salivatin´ at the mouth, South to East Orange
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Keep pourin´ that liquor, but nigga don´t sleep on it
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You´ll be givin´ up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it
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For legal fees in the penal dorm
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Screamin´ on the horn with ´bout thirty years on your conscience
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I´m watchin´ brothers disappear, it´s appallin´
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Some dudes had just only a year of ballin´
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Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence (When the block is hot)
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Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin´ with predicates
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Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
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Ways spinnin´ like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging (I gotta... When the block is hot)
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I got families I´m feeding ´cause my mans is bleeding
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Every five seconds look in all directions
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I come through prepared I give ´em a call
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I´m close, bring them guns downstairs
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[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield]
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down)
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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Uh, uh, it´s beef week, Monday, murder
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Two niggaz dead, Tuesday
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Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
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Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day
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Saturday, put the gat away
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Chillin´ wit your chick and a bag of haze
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Wonderin´ how it´s all gon´ end and what type of way
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´Cause Sunday back to gunplay
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Mo´ shit start over nothin´
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And get finished quick ´cause the art of repercussion
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Yeah, I seen it, a G´ going out indecent (When the block is hot)
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Takin´ a plea agreement, thinkin´ he secret
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Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
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Then one-time intervene (I gotta lay...)
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My man ain´t like me sayin´ I don´t care if I die
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But the SIG Sauer on me now I´m scared to die
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You thinkin´ the one I send to clap you be a shorty
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But he old school, holdin´ a .38, he in his forties
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[Chorus: Mark B. Mayfield]
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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(I gotta...) Anytime brothers can´t get jobs, then they rob
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(When the block is hot) A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
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Cops steady askin´ your man what happened
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First he tell then he stop, like he not really rattin´
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Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off (When the block is hot)
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Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
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The rain hurt niggaz bones who been shot
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Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop
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The streets lie, (When the block is hot) so you better be cautious
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Your man´ll fry you plus, everybody talkin´
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A vet, a General, don´t step where I walked in
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Make your own path, be a legend in your skin
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(Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
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Make your own cash, don´t stress what I´m forcin´
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Don´t expect more when you put in less work than all them
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Queensbridge projects has taught him, and that´s for life
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You heard me right, I got the block (When the block is hot)
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[Outro: Mark B. Mayfield]
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When the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
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I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
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Hold Down The Block (Album Ver. - Explicit)
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| Nas |
