[Intro] Bloc Star, Bloc Star Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star Yeah, Grown mans music bitch Bloc Star, Bloc Star, Bloc Star Yeah, Grown man music
[Hook] Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven For all the times I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace With people prayin that I rest in grief Let it be Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever Eternally, Eternally Unforgiven
[Verse] While pregnant with me Mama rubbed her stomach at night When I was born She said she knew I would be somethin in life Mama told me I was a gift to the whole world Cause she pushed me out and had a nut That made her toes curl, Yeah She said Look at his pretty eyes What a beautiful smile He's a bouncing baby boy What a beautiful child and he hardly ever cried So cute and peaceful Until he turned 16 and started shootin at people Now he's murderin innocent folks and bangin his gang Garden Blocc Loc's, Deuce-Four Slangin his caine, Schemin to hide from mama Believin the drama is painful A demon in the streets At home he's mama's little angel I'm the opposite of Nas Nefarious, X-Raided I'm hell's son Till God's kingdom or hell comes I'll drop bombs I'm the Spawn of Lucifer and my mom BlocStar Entertainment.com, Welcome It was 1991 when I came to the game And I was ill before Cypress Hill was insane in the brain Let me explain the real Give you a little history about the siccness And what it was really meant to be Now what it meant to me It was gangsta, Shit so pure It was sick with no cure, Literally Wasn't no middle with me And to spit it, You had to live it, Represent it with me Hear the genisis, Reminisce with me The trinity in the beginning It was Sicx, Lynch and me Lynch was in the Gardens Sicx stayed in the middle of The Creek When I was freestylin to Dr. Dre instrumental beats I was rhymin about car chases and nines sprayin clips When Scarface was a Geto Boy and his mind was playin tricks When Pac was doin the humpty dance with Digital Underground I was bangin Blocc Crip, Puttin niggaroes underground By the time I met Sicx I was sick with the spits He introduced me to Lynch We started producing the hits That "Niggas in Black EP" and endangered "Nigga Deep" In 1991 we hit the streets in Sicx's Caprice
[Verse 2] South Sacremento, California Garden Blocc, On Florin Rd. in the Tower Records parkin lot We hit the neighborhoods where niggas like to spark the Glocks And if they hated, Stomped 'em out if they was hard or not And I was 16, Havin wicked and sick dreams And witnessin Crips schemes on missions to get cream Seein apartment managers evictin indigent fiends Whose kids will never know what legitimate innocent means, scream Elicited by sick scenes It was live and explicit and as vivid as visions on split screens In the Cadillac Apartments on Stockton & Riza Way Where old man from PJ was slangin 3 Ki's a day Where all the G'z would say stay when they came from Sac to East LA And all the G'z would say that I would be a G someday Cause I was down for the gun play Raise and squeezing the K And instead of savin me Mama getting on her knees to pray When Brotha Lynch told me to chill Sicx told me deal The homie C-Bo told me to get scrill for studio time The only homie in the crew to ever tell me the real was Big Tony He told me to be true to the rhymes But I was youthful and blind Black Market gave me a deal Told me to build but homie I was out of my mind J-Dogg and Slim handed me nines and they trained me to kill And that's what I did, The truth is deeper than you can define Why should I lie when it's evil and the truth is divine I don't write fiction, nigga All I do is shoot from the mind My addictions to benjamins, liquor, cars and chronic Fuckin bitches when I should have been at Enharmonic layin vocals Instead of runnin the streets sprayin the.44 What can I say? Forgive me God, I was just loco I heard J-Dogg was murdered by the Meadowview Blood Hit their hood at 2 in the morning to settle it cuzz Kicked the door down, Pitch black, Entered the house Saw it on the news the next night Injured a spouse, Died at the scene Cried and screamed the night that I'd seen all the reports Somebody's mama died in the course of gang bangers seekin revenge Cockin them hammers, It was a woman, A grandma Shot in her pajamas, An arrest and a trial God, I was just a child With a talent to rhyme because God blessed the child It was an accident, An absolute tragic event Didn't even know she was dead 'til after the hit I could never kill a niggas mama, man They're all that we've got I swear to God, On the Blocc I did not fire that shot But I'm responsible, So I accept responsibility I'ma product of society and my moms stability Rather the lack there of I'd sacrifice my life And give anything to be able to go back there, cuzz To reverse the slug, Reverse the spurts, Even if it hurts God, Reverse the blood and reverse the hearse God, Reverse the curse and rebirth the her I mean it all, I didn't even have to rehearse a verse Screamin Lord forgive me All the bangin that I did Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid Hey, Judgment day Consider this before you curse me I was only a child, So Lord have mercy Forgive me, All the bangin that I did Hey, All of the pain that I inflicted as a kid On my judgment day Consider this before you curse me I was only a child, So Lord have mercy
[Talking] When I was a child, I thought as a child When I became a man, I put away childish things Ya heard, No more games Bloc Star, Homie No more games
[Hook] Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven For all the times I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace With people prayin that I rest in grief Let it be Long as the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever Eternally, Eternally UnforgivenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
