On top of being the hardest OG's around for miles, c-block souljaz also happen to be the best bill hitters in the Greater Toronto Area. There is no better, and i mean absolutely no one is as good and professional as us when it comes to punchin' fat rim rockers of every scale. The calibur of our bills make ya'll bills look the size of a pinhead. Eat a bag of dicks if you think otherwise and we will gladly ruckus any punks who wish to face off in a billathon ...step up
"yo damn that cat jus punched 20 bills wit' ease..too that shit down like it was water."
"Aiyyo you 'dun jus' see that balla from tha one an' only C-block punch tha fattest bill ever. 'Dis billie musta been rockin atleast a gram in its bowl dawg."
C-Block Souljaz are the realest thugz straight from the streetz of Bathurst and Eglinton. These young bucks generally reside in the Cedarvale (C-Block) area, totin' 9 millies and any other hand held weapon, ready to unload at any given time. One should not approach these straight hoodz by any means due to their excessive gangstaness and tendency to snatch chains and stomp out fake-ass wankstaz. We 'Dun Told Ya'
"Yo you see 'dem C-Block catz jus' roll up and merk like 20 of those Vaughn and Oakwood g's!... Daaaamn them Souljaz from C-Block are the realest"
"Yo 'dat hood from C-Block jus' rolled up in his Escalade and fuckin' busted out a Fo' Fo' and a Mac 11 and just popped 10 homies from Jane and Finch in they head! Fuck these guys are rough."
When ya hear shots fired, ya know where those came from. They came from the barrels of the AK's of the fuckin' most rugged gangstas ta hit the streets of Bathurst and Eglinton, and we be dippin' down Peveril Hill North to AVA road. Flop suckaz should back up fo' they get they ride shot up wit' the mac millie or the fo' five. We packin heat wherever we go, Gettin' in them clubs wit' ninas tucked under our jeans, and a machette strapped to our leg. Any faggots who think they was raw an' wanna come step to this crew of the hardest hoods, find themselves in a pool of blood wit' 6 holes in they brain and they fuckin' rib cage caved in. We don't give a fuck if you got kids, we'll run up in ya crib an take ya' baby mother and fuckin run trains on her while ya son and daughter watch. Dat's how we roll, in the Landcruisers, fuck vests and bulletproof windows, We don't care how shot at we get, we'll bust back and take out any fuckers even if they be totin' some fuckin kevlar armor, we got them armor piercin bullets for ya' that'll rip threw ya like you was a rag-fuckin'-doll. Throw ya' dubz up to tha hardest crew 'round, C-Block Souljaz, or feel the wrath or our spiked bats makin' contact wit yo goddamn jaw.
Example #1 "Shiiiiit son! Call the fuckin 5-0, some nukka rolled up in camo fatigues and bus'sed out his fuckin' AK and shot up that fuckin' orphanage!"
Example #2 Local Thug
"Yo lets dip...Them fuckin C-Block Dudes is here, I done wanna get jukked yo."
"Aiyyo was you jus' talkin shit? Cause ya' gon' get merked one time now boyee."
"Yo c'mon man..I don't wan' any trouble here say word, I was jus' sayin' how...Yo! Aiyyo! C'mon yo put the gat down for you do some- Ch-ch-k BAM BAM BAM BAM! (*Car engine starts and screeches away, more gunshots fired at already non-moving body of local thug)