Back On The Block

Back Back on the block Back Back on the blockBack, on the block, so we can rock With the soul, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hopBack on the block Back on the blockIce-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag I used to walk in stores and yell: "Lay down!" You flinch an inch - AK spray down But I was lucky cause I never caught the hard time I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme All my homies died or caught the penzo Lost their diamonds, cops towed their Benzos Livin that life that we thought was it Fast lanin, but the car flipped I'm not gonna lie to ya, cause I don't lie I just kick thick game, some people say: why? Cause I'm back on the block, I got my life back So I school the fools about the fast track I get static from the style of my technique Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're doin, man Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand You let em tell you what to say and what to write Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night Rap from your heart, and your heart's with the street Rap on my record, man, Kimiko, send Ice the beat" The Dude is def no doubt, what can I say? The man can roll with Ice-T or Michael JBack Back on the block Back Back on the blockBack, on the block, so we can rock With the soul, rhythm, blues, b