E-40, Stressmatic and J. Banks - Off the Block

Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa

It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day, they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block (off the block)

Christian, my religion, I'm tryin' not to go to prison (prison)
One shot Earskie, it's murky, shoot with precision
My vision never missing, Winchester rifle ammunition ('nition)
These double deuce thirds will go through your ligament (ligament)
We created a sequel despite our skin and our pigment
One day, I hope to become legitimate (legitimate)
That's the thought process of a young hustler about his money
Far from a dumby, smart enough to run with big company
If I was put in position, the end results would be lucrative
No more life on the run, livin' life as a fugitive
Unregistered gun and marijuana smoke in my lungs
To decrease the stress ('crease the stress)
Got a vest and some olive oil that the pastor blessed (pastor blessed)
That I take out the bottle, put it on my head and chest (head and chest)
To protect me from death (death)
It's gruesome out here, and it's spooky, ugly, and murky (ugly and murky)
They dirty out here, or they dusty, scummy and certainly thirsty

It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block

Second verse (off the block)
You ain't no better than me
My sins ain't no worse than yours
Only father thy God can judge me (can judge me)
I heard somebody say I'm sick of they urban gear
The dreads and the saggy pants, I had it up to here (up to here)
He said, "Why y'all show your drawers and wear 'em down to here?" (Down to here)
I said, "Why y'all show your balls and wear 'em way up there?" (Way up there)
Contradictions and criticisms, we trapped in the system
It's not a lot of schools, but it's a lot of prisons
My big homie going through it, man, just like me and you
Hopin' and wishin' for a financial breakthrough
Comin' from where I'm comin' from, you gotta be street smart, not dumb (dumb)
Put your hands up, don't run
Cops'll shoot you with they gun (with they gun)
Consequences, everyone makes mistakes (uh)
The difference between today and tomorrow (is what?) Is your faith
It's gruesome out here, and it's spooky, ugly, and murky (ugly and murky)
They dirty out here, or they dusty, scummy and certainly thirsty (somebody help us)

It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day, they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block

Third one (off the block)
Tryna make it off the block, triangular markers and yellow tape
Bodies outlined in chalk (in chalk)
We be funkin' nonstop (stop)
Warrin' and beefin', tryna take off a top (top)
We stressin', depressin', nobody to answer our questions
The government treat us like peasants, can't get a job, no reference
He really good people back in the days, he had some scrill
But now he go to jail on purpose just to get a decent meal
Stop chasin' his first high, he can get some get back (come get back)
But he strung out, got that monkey on his back (uh)
I see it all the time (what you see?)
The people that help you the most
Be the ones you give the hardest time (the hardest time)
Ain't that some backwards ass shit? (Yeah, it is)
Act like you owe him somethin' (and what?)
And you don't owe him shit (owe 'em shit)
It's gruesome out here, and it's spooky, ugly, and murky (ugly and murky)
They dirty out here, or they dusty, scummy and certainly thirsty (somebody help us)

It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always running from the cops (cops)
Pray at night, in the day, they sell rocks
Gotta make it out (make it out), before we get popped
It's ugly tryna make it off the block

Off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, man
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
It's hard out here, it's hard out here, it's hard out here, it's hard out here
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
I'm tryna get off the block, man
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block (it's hard out here, yeah)
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
Sing it, J Banks (ooh)
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
Give it to 'em on more time, folks (ooh)
I'm tryna get off the block, I'm tryna get off the block
Off of the block, yeah

Written by:
Arcale Turner, Earl T Stevens, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Thomas Tremaine Jackson

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