Spin Tha Block ft. Pierre Anthony Lyrics

Yeah

It's ya boi, Pierre Anthony

Man, west side's finest

Brightmoor, 7 Mile what up?

Aye, Whisper

We about to spin the block on these niggas real quick

Ya dig?

Listen

Hollup

When the worse get worst, the last become first

When the mask is dispersed, that means the flash really work

In Layman's, I'm getting mad and the bag getting bigger

Eighteen got me tappin', releasing the inner-nigga

Motherfuck I'm a public figure, I'm still a fuckin' nigga

Bred in the city that's colder than most temperatures

Now, when we check temperatures, it's measured up in Celsius

Ain't no stoppin' the reign, my loose ends shedding quick

Locs tellin' a story, that's why they ain't done yet

The roadmaps in my head leading straight to my success

Nevertheless, my pen gotta vendetta

Like, back when I was shooting at niggas with that Beretta

Who said I wasn't about cheddar?!

I'm kinda walking slow, I'm walking tho, and talking, too

I'm just trying to figure out who they're barkin' to; I'm parked & move

See, my reactions reflect my actions; I'm an awesome dude

Plus, shit, my talent bring satisfaction; I'm a different breed

Been on my grizzy shit, once I sewed the seed; my focus me

I'm on a level most niggas won't believe, I so believe

In any situation, I'ma make a key

Apparently, it's a whole lot of niggas scared of me; they better be

I'm on a mission, and 'bout my business

Pay attention, this is the way I choose to release my tension

Not to mention, I'm gifted and better than all you niggas

Me and Whisper got another one, time to ball on you niggas

I'm a fuckin' prob...

Might do you better to do yo fuckin' job

Bitch niggas talking too slick for me, I am not a child

I'm wilding now

Back in my element, reestablishing relevance

It's apparent and evident I am heaven-sent, sheesh

I know niggas wondering if I'ma stop

This is P;

P, I'ma keep frying until I pop

If you're against me, sweet

That means you dying a fuckin' op

And I won't hesitate to pull the iron and clean yo clock

Time for Brody to spin the block

Got the .40, and I'm on watch

Buss shots at the ops

Put 'em in a box; gift wrapped

Ya might wanna hold onto your soul before it kidnapped

And that goes for beer bellies and six-packs

This big facts

Cross that line and get yo shit splat

You still talking, and everyone of your rebuttals has been cap

In fact, niggas never heard of you

At most you pushed a nickel pack

You don't know what them birdys do

This that crack flow

You spit that dry wall, I spit the shit they come back for

This that "my hubby home, you gotta go out the back door"

Wink at the sneaky link

You know I'm ill with it, Covid give me 50 feet

I'm blowing diesel; Shit, control, alt, delete

They view me; Control-C then control-V

They say that I should b flattered, their chatter don't really matter

Then I see them hanging with them niggas, shit I skedaddle

Why b frazzled when my focal is my castle?

You approach my moat, you getting smoked; Like I won't I get at you

I been throwing up Big Bs since I was, like, 15

When I turned 23, I had to redefine me

I'm on to bigger things ...

Can't stay on the same level if you bout ya green

Gotta elevate, Level up nigga, switch ya scene

To switch what you see, then reflect on what ya seen

Niggas try to outdo me tapping on screen

I don't b thinking about these niggas, I b doing me

I should cut off muthafuckaz who ask for shit constantly

Company is for misery, I'm Whisper, I charge a fee

Time, I cannot retrieve, and I'm taxing; if I was you, I'd leave

I ain't wasteful, bitch

Watch what you say to me, and don't make me make you, bitch

I take my peace ...

I charge triple for my time if you cause me grief

Keep that bullshit at a distance,

MSZ