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Artist/Band: Gucci Mane
Lyrics for Song: Block Party
Lyrics for Album: Murder Was the Case [2009]



Block Party, white Rock Party,

I'm plugs dream, my love cream,

I sell more coke then a soda machine,

my whole team tote red beans.

My homeboy got 30 years, my role dog got double life,

whats double bad, and even even triple sad I'm out

here tryna offer white..its a scary life like poltergeist,might

crap out when you roll the dice.

Take my advice, y'all stay in school cause the outside

world is like rolling snake eyes.

Grassy lines, lions, bears,

tigers. Georgia boys, them dirty boys,

I'm trapping hard by the Georgia dome.

Tommys vile, Adams vile, Mechansiville,

thats where I chill, this how I feel.

He's not as real, get no respect from the dirty vile.

I robbed stores. I then lied and broke into plenty

houses, I did all that. I switch to the left,

get a 50 pack, step off your toes,

fuck that. Block party on Kostner ave.

Come here get bust' at. 40 pounds in that game room,

Whats up? Get touched at. I don't adjust nigga,

I just keep hustling. Stop being a dumb nigga and go get some money.

Ain't no way in hell you can stop shouting,

40 white hits and a glock fawty.

Pull up in the six with about 9 40's,

whole bunch of birds, it's a block party.

Brick squad, block party. Them zone six boys 'bout

to throw a block party. Brick squad.

.Block party. Them boulder crest boy's bout to throw a block party.



12 getting on my nerves, on my fucking nerves.

Trapping on the curb, nigga I just wanna serve.

Before I hit the junior high I was slinging nerds.

By the time I graduated I was slinging birds.

I was talking to the plug screaming whats the word.

And you was running through the halls like a fucking nerd.

In here cooking dough, whipping up the work.

You a hear a skirt that means I don't wannna see the

skert. If you scared go to church holla' red rock.

I'm at the red store whippin eggs with the alley boy.

And if I ever have a bean sign valley boy.

Zone 6 don't need no valley, I got that calley boy.

Ain't no way in hell you can stop shouting,

40 white hits and a glock fawty.

Pull up in the six with about 9 40's,

whole bunch of birds, it's a block party.

Brick squad, block party. Them zone six boys 'bout

to throw a block party. Brick squad.

.Block party. Them boulder crest boy's bout to throw a block party.

(The end of Gucci's part.)


Album Lyrics: Murder Was the Case [2009]


Gucci Mane
"Murder Was the Case [2009]"


1. Intro
2. Iced Out Bart
3. Bricks
4. Running Back Getting Fat
5. Stupid
6. Block Party
7. Gangs
8. Get Low