This is a song about "On the block"

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Im the new kid on the block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops