Correction Lyrics On the Block Remix by Meek Mill

Featuring(s) : Cyssero & Joey Jihad

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Lyrics

On the block with that Yao Ming like the rockets
I be, on the block, on the on the block
You know I'm, on the block, on the on the block
And we be, on the block with Yao Ming like the rockets
You know I'm, on the block, on the on the block
And we be, on the block with Yao Ming like the rockets
I be, on the block, on the on the block
You know I'm, on the block, on the on the block
And we be, on the block with Yao Ming like the rockets
On the block, on the on the block
On the block, on the on the block
On the block with Yao Ming like the rockets

I said that Yao Ming, talking about that China white
We be on that block all night with rocky white going flight for flight
Know we do numbers know we got it right
That ye had a fiend looking like JJ we got that dynamite
That rock n' roll, you get that rock you cop you roll
You roll n' rock, you stop you roll
You take one shot, you stop you froze
We got that work out while the cops patrol
You need that ye ok that weight you know we got them O's
Cause I'm bout mine, get that whole for eight
Told her bring that back switch that four stacks you know its drought time
If he fucking around with that cake, he getting outlined
And it ain't doubt about it, my bloodhounds found him
Them shots [?] down him, go right at him pound for pound him
Round for round and now they found him on the block with shells around him
That blood'll drown, them slugs'll out him
I keep that banger on me, nigga you know that I be

On the block, on the on the block
You know I'm, on the block, on the on the block
And we be, on the block with Yao Ming like the rockets
You know I'm, on the block, on the on the block
And we be, on the block with Yao Ming like the rockets
On the block, on the on the block
On the block, on the on the block
On the block with Yao Ming like the rocket
On the block, on the on the block
On the block, on the on the block
On the block with Yao Ming like the rockets

I'm the boss, Vito he the captain
Quilly the assassin, Inferno he the ratchet
Niggas act hard but they softer than my mattress
How he stretch call me Mr. Fantastic
In the best car, 26s I be stabbin'
Get paid just to talk about the game John Madden
Laughing cause these niggas talkin' about they trappin'
They ain't got more money than Ms. Mallery and Asthon
I spit hot shit, get a game rocked shit
Party like a rock star, toss me in that mosh pit
Mink coat shaggy, Mr. Boombosstic
You ain't got to key call me, I'm the locksmith
T-shirt [?], no I mean our shit, no I mean my shit
My get a gang poppin'
Spitting flame toxic you niggas can't stop it
Slaughter y'all, Audemar niggas better watch

Tiara, A-P-S-T-A-ara
Yes I could show you how to hustle that and make that money double back
First you got to get it then you drop it in the pot
And then you whip it until it block
And then you chop and bag and flip it
Ya that guap I got the get it
I got guap that's how I did it
So quickly, I got addicted to fast cash that block brick
Hot wheel, 5% tint my block hot red
Rubber band stacks on my brain call me knot-head
Or get the change brain, or dollar sign mind
Dead presidential thoughts got me on my grind
I'm getting that Paris Hilton, bagging that Britney Spears
We got that white girl, that bitch be flipping here
I something like her pimp, cause I throw her on the strip
Like you want some of that one hit will have you running back
Ya my connect love me, I bring that money back
I make that money stack so if you trying to find me I'll be

Its time to slide up in this bitch and [?] from this motherfucker live from the [?]
Proved I'm the shit, my throat was stupid when I spit
I fucking retarded I might just fucking drool up in this bitch
You do I but I does it, I'm trapping fuck [?]
Its money over everything nigga or get nothing
So fuck bitches, fuck niggas, fuck cousins
Need money in my palm, going, gone
Let's get it, I get it, high fucking living
So if I ain't got no change, what the fuck I'm saying
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
I'm on that corner clocking, ya I'm on my grind
I'm a fucking star, therefore I got to shine
That money, money calling ya its on my mind
You can sit and wait, me I'm chasing mine
The new man in Philly, ya the city's mine

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