C-Block Souljaz

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."
C-Block Soulja"Aiyyo was you jus' talkin shit? Cause ya' gon' get merked one time now boyee."
Local Thug"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)

by p - l o c October 13, 2004

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