Artist: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone Album: Bone Brothers 2 Song: 2 Tha Block (Bonus Track) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Bizzy] Rewind that shit (yeah) The top, to to, the top (yeah yeah, one time, Mob Life) We goin to, the top, to to, the top (uhh, one time for they mind) We goin to, the block, to to, the block (on top of the world) We goin to, the block, to to, the block (c'mon baby) [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Baby let me tell ya just exactly where we goin wit it To, the top, to to, the top We goin to, the top, to to, the top We goin to, the top, to to, the tooooop Baby let me tell ya just exactly where we goin wit it To, the block, to to, the block We goin to, the block, to to, the block We goin to, the block, to to, the block [Bizzy Bone] Hey Mrs. in my business, wannabe publicist, huh? (we goin) Callin my people, tryin to get info from her I don't even know ya, can't even speak to ya heart You are just a demon, can't even peep anyone Hey Ms. computer hacker, you got no husband to love Talkin it ain't your man and (shhhh) shit you just need you a hug You 57, tryin to hang with the young Hey little pagan woman, you just a girl in my world, no Quit callin family, I'm on my damny, y'know You bother my brother, yeah, brother Aeileon Aeileon Capone, so sick of hearin your voice That he puts you on mute, and continue to grind with boys Hey Ms. computer hacker, hey Mrs. slacker in school-a You're needin your teacher, I'm slappin you with my ruler You could never fool us, and never do us so dumb that we believe in you, you know where we come from, come from I hear you callin, we don't owe you no damn money And all the whole crew I fired was done, cause they was phony As we rise again, you can't surmise on this wise It ain't no waltzin in, no matter complainin or cryin (c'mon!) [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Bizzy Bone] Yeah that's what I'm talkin 'bout baby Let me tell ya super-size my fries, my sandwich is boca Got a problem with my brother, don't you fuck with Que Loco Smoke ya, out of yo' panties, and out of yo' 'hose And choke ya, out of yo' nooks and your crannies and even the foes Give 'em the swift blow, blow, Bizzy Bone's my name Allah my master I'm your slave, please keep me safe in this game So as they run and tryin to sabotage our goal and our aim They tryin to defame, and frame, but the real family remains You can call me insane, a whole 'nother planet on y'all As-salaam alaikum, keep them Muslims on call You could never fool us, and never do us so dumb that we believe in you, you know where we come from, come from [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] I can't even belch, now give me milk and not Welch You don't understand my words, cause you need help Hey Ms. computer hacker, here go a song for you So my friends on the internet know that I'm still true Bitch I am so cool, why would you test me as such? And if I was yo' friend, I'd make you love me so much But since I don't want nothin to do with you, you turn to a plot And if you're makin money, it's funny you're tryin to stop what I got Punk bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (yeah) Punk bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (yeah)