100% Colombian

I think about the block keep it close like treasure
Keep it packed away where no one come in to
Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever
I thought you told me how you felt about it in your letter
But that is all behind me like Georgio Armani
I'm sipping campari feed my dog salami
Never gave nobody up, I did my time I didn't bitch
Since I been back I heard you switched

Chorus:
But I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I'm back on the block and I barely believe ya
Yeah I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I'm back on the block

I remember the block and how it all began
You was a ramblin' man with a shake in your hand
Now, when they ran up fisty cuts in the plan
One who does it, who you was
So you dropped it on the cousin and you blamed it on me
He said nothing to the man but he said something to me
One, two, three but still I gave him the fifth
But since I've been back I heard you switched

And she keeps goin' on and on about it, hmm hmm
And he keeps goin' on and on and on about it
And Joe Getty from the store, he keeps goin' on and on about it
He keeps goin' on and on about it.

Chorus (4x)

It's just a hill of beans to some
Punks talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lung
See I grew up on the hill
But still I keep ready
Had a mind of my own like West came to Freddy
As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth
Spending nights with my rights, knocked to my tooth
Yeah, it's caught my soul
It fucked me up like vodka
Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was ladka
The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are
If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The Big Top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes

Chorus 1:
Now up on the Hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill

Chorus 2:
And up on the Hill is where you find us
And up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill

Now go make your mouth in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money
A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose
And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose
Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos
Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido
I said Lido, who-a-oh
I said one more time, ought to get it
Now look up, look up higher and see
It's not as hard as you figured it would be
Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter
agreed, Now - if it's alright with you it's alright with me

Chorus 2 (2x)
Chorus 1 (2x)
Chorus 2 (2x)
Chorus 1
(Repeat 1st 9 lines sotto voice)

On a night with no lights
They found a young girl's body
Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority
But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case
Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face

They found her on Delancy Street, Christmas Eve
No suspect sought, much to my relief
And I said wash your face little girl, for real
Pretend you came back with that mass appeal
Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels
Shaking that ass for extra value meals
And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
Filled with mean motherfuckers and noxious gases

Chorus
Delancy I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you, I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street
(2x)

They're all bums girl, they're all bums girl
They're livin' in their fucked up places
I'm talking murder, I'm talking blackmail and jazz
And guys with burned up faces

Delancy I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you I need you
Southside, Southside
Delancy I love you I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancy I love you I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street

You know that you're the flower, baby I am Dr Pepper

I saw you on the street and it made me feel much better
I dragged him 'cross the ground to show him what he'd done
I seen an F' train coming, shining like the sun
Yeah I looked both ways before I pushed him in the track
I heard a scream, a crack and I never looked back
Delancy on my mind (repeat)

Now I thought we'd come alive and
Stop all this drunken driving
You were the one who wanted to storm those gates
and kill those prophets that couldn't relate
But still you're the one who wanted to save your soul
With all your bullshit rock and roll
But now she hides her eyes
burns her house and hopes she dies

Chorus:
Never gettin' my hands dirty
Uh-huh, uh-huh
It's not just for myself, not just all for self, no
I figured we'd move it on up, move it on up, yeah
Not just for myself, not just all for self, no

Now he put your hand in mine
Come daddy come show me a sign
Now what I do I do for youths
The white and the black and the browns and the blues
Now promise comes in two foot waves
The moving earth and diggin' the graves
Now he tried to justify it
But he'll feel better once he tries it

Chorus (repeat to fade out)

Paulie ran like hell, kojacked my moma's Pontiac
Dropped it off at the house, and he was sorry and he'd bring it back
I'm going to major league, I'm fighting a heart attack
But that was that, an hour to hack it's sack
Runnin', Kosky mooskered to the L.I.E
Traffic out the ass as far as the eye could see
Flip on the radio: 'Tony Ben BC, 3 men shot tryin' to free Gotti'

The View Belongs To Everyone (4x)

He heard they moved the Don out west somewhere like Oregon
Long live the king runnin' the marathon
He drifted back to 'Days' at the 'Pop du Gun'
Where the Goombas held the guards and did the pissing on
And now they ain't no mob just some criminal collective
Says Rooney in the right, got his ass re-elected
We esteem too easy, obtain too cheap
And we talk a lotta shit from the back fuckin' seat

Chorus (8x)

Long live the King, but who would wear his crown
They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground
Long live the king, but who would wear his crown
Can you get down, can you get down? (repeat to fade out)

Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him
They had platform heels, nose job bills
And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill
Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3
He said '2 for you, 2 for me'
Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner
Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner

Chorus:
I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x)

Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news
Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues
Just like gasarama on Avenue B
He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi
He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls
He said 'You gotta have the love in this fucked up world'
You gotta have the love in this fucked up world
You gotta have that sweet, sweet love
That keeps your woman nigh - ooo bop bop shabba
You gotta have that love, for the world
the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha
Shoo be doo bop bop

I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x)

Can't you see, can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end)

5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
You get what you give, another day another dead one
Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out
You ain't Billy the kid, you ain't no ghetto son with clout
No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
That went out

Chorus:
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
Yeah we're all very worried about you,

And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,

You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare
I'm out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks
I think it's time for you and me to meet
And if it's all minor scales and the check ain't in the mail
While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail
Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run?
Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun

Chorus