Kanye West: Banging up the block

[Hook - 2x]I'm still swanging in a dropSlow Loud-Slow Loud, Bangin' up the blockEither way it go, I know I can't stopCause I gotta let em know, where I come from (H-Town)[Lil B]Representer from Hiram-Clarke, your body outlined in chalkCause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing, like Marshall FaulkYou haters don't wanna see a nigga, grind for a minuteRecline for a minute, that's why I'm finna shine for a minuteWe rhyme for a minute, but I'm still Lil B from the blockSwanging my do's wide open, making you niggaz mouth dropTops drop on cops, but bops we wreck shopS.L.A.B. wrecking your spot, boy this here won't stopWe some certified wreckers, on the track we molestersGot the cheese like Chester, boys bet not test usWe gon glide like Clyde, North-East-West and SouthsideIt really don't matter, represent it with pride[Trae]Well it's the wood grain grabber, fo' do' glass skaterTinted up like Darth Vader, when I slide pass hatersThe only way you know is Trae, is when I'm stepping out gatorsOn 22's candy blue, and on a mission for paperAnd I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rockerBitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopperWith B and Jay at the spot, with them dots on stockLooking like a helicopter, when I crawl down blocksWhile my chrome be spinning, iced out when I'm grinningI know I need to stop sinning, when I'm fucking with womenCause I'm a G by nature, I get the game from my brotherI'm on the Belt burning rubber, born and raised in the gutter[Jay'Ton]I'm still swanging up in a drop, and steady running from copsWith golds across the top of my mouth, swanging the lotWhile looking for yellow bops, you know it don't never stopWith trunks waving the block, with Reese and Lil' PopWe some Down South playas, and flipping in NavigatorsFor niggaz that's talking down, we pop the trunk on the hatersI'm steady pumping for paper, from Houston on to the CadersThe only thing that I know, is to drop and slide on them skaters[Hook - 2x][Pimp Skinny]Steady acting bad, moving fast as I dashIt's this nigga named Pimp Skinny, stay up on the mashBleeding for the cash, with the drop and then I dashAll you bitch ass niggaz, gon feel for thatGun clapper ass slapper, close the chapterS.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer, underground punch will never be a factorFor the real track master, doing it like a GCause I'm a wicked flow master[T-2]I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B., give your boy dapYou say you my partna hicka-hicka damn, quit making me laughCause you making me, stop my carYou'll be laying six feet, in a do' in the hearseI'm putting in work, playboy I'm writing my own rhymesDoing my shows in different places, buy my own shineChill and recline, got my life madeMy platinum in my mouth, like it was cleaned with CascadeCould it be, the ice in my mouthI'm still-I'm still, T-2 from the blockUse to have a little, but I have a lotSouthside of H-Town, is where I came from (yes sir)[Hook - 2x][Kiotti]Don't be fooled, by the rocks that I gotI'm still-I'm still, Kiotti with a glockSee me in a drop, pulling on your blockAnd I ride Sprewell, cause I guess I got tired of chopsIn my throwbackMaybe brick 4 red Mustang, that's a jet carYou know me, young KiottiBaya-bay and I hang on the block, like clouds on gray daysWhen I pull through, it's like whoaNiggaz see me coming, rims stop then goMan I got a whole, lot of cash to blowI mash hard, with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard[Maurice]Crawling through the scene, Benz lime freaky greenToo big to be a machine, falling screens submarineSwanging from coast to coast, I never brag never boastOn a Rolls Royce man, I'm eating scrambled eggs and toastHard top Testarosta, when I slide down 'Boule'sDouble header watch me swinging my blades, chop like swarmsI'm wrecking mics for rewards, I'm cracking dats in the cars84's or vogues, I do the do like more[Hook - 2x]