Artist: A.I.G.
Album:  Fame Labs Presents
Song:   Block Famous
Typed by: The Prophet

[Intro: Darkim Be Allah]
One-two, one-two (yo, yo, Fame Labs)
One-two

[Darkim Be Allah]
My block famous, game shameless
They must be deep if they strangers
Hardcore niggas turn singers in the precinct
Nah God, this shit happened recent, criminal investigations
Street relations, gang affiliations
On the run from six nations, Fame blazin'
You know me, type to play the role and catch a Tony
In customs, niggas say the wrong shit, I'm bussin
Blood swolls your destiny, put a little pepper in the recipe
Hands in the air,  don't question me, and run it off
Franklins, the Lincolns, the ones and all
Phones tapped, don't call, only Fam remains loyal
Travel with me and Wizard, in a battle in the Bronx
Play the shadow, po' give you nineteen like Dialo
And you scream in your marrow, your bean rattle
Niggas leave you bleedin' in the gravel, leave the scene, hollow clip
Hollow tip sixteen, one in the barrel
Supreme light, pull shit off, fuck what it seem like
Stay plush, I crush like CREAM white, the street governor
Yeah, this life is a bitch, but I'm lovin' her
Can't stand another man touchin' her
Blast off the muffler, raised in the ways of a hustler
Count your current, bust in your house like a warrant
Half your team was inside informant, full of toast out, the ropes out
Niggas better freeze, like they coked out
Runnin through ya rooms like a ho house, turn the shit juksy
Big Crysty, burn like shit pussy
I counted one point two, plus the jury
I'm God and you chumps can't kill me