Minute By Minute
J.D. Sumner and The Stamps Lyrics
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I haven’t hit the block in a minute
Copped in a minute
Popped in a minute
Sold a rock in a minute
I haven’t stopped for a minute
Opped in a minute
Done a drop in a minute
I haven’t hit the block in a minute
Copped in a minute
Popped in a minute
Sold a rock in a minute
I haven’t stopped for a minute
Opped in a minute
Done a drop in a minute
That’s a lot for a minute
Turn me up, there ain’t no limit
This shit real, it ain’t no gimmick
Hit the block it been a minute
Watch me hop right back up in it
Got some work I didn’t finish
Had some beef in the beginning
Whatch my haters all diminish
Got me flexin in my linings like
Ima hit me the strip like a runway (Ahh)
I don’t like to fight
I do gun play (Ahh)
Bitches in the game
This is one playa
Why you switching lanes
This is one way (Ahhh)
Everybody sayin they got 20/20 vision
Toss a brick up to my nigga
He gone flip it, that’s the mission
I got bitches who love bitches
I ain’t in it for the kisses
Beat the pussy off the hinges
Tell em disapear like ninjas
Don’t put ya hands on me
I gotta band on me
She wanna fuk
I keep it a buck
I gotta brand new team
Gotta go n get that doe
Now no foreign obstacle
Puffin on dat tropical
Just to keep it logical
Ima hit me the strip like a runway (Ahh)
I don’t like to fight
I do gun play (Ahh)
Bitches in the game
This is one playa
Why you switching lanes
This is one way (Ahhh)
I’m a hit the strip like a runway (Ahh)
I don’t like to fight
I do gun play (Ahh)
Bitches in the game
This is one playa
Why you switching lanes
This is one way (Ahhh)
I haven’t hit the block in a minute
Copped in a minute
Popped in a minute
Sold a rock in a minute
I haven’t stopped for a minute
Opped in a minute
Done a drop in a minute
That’s a lot for a minute
I haven’t hit the block in a minute
Copped in a minute
Popped in a minute
Sold a rock in a minute
I haven’t stopped for a minute
Opped in a minute
Done a drop in a minute
That’s a lot for a minute
I haven’t hit the block in a minute
Copped in a minute
Popped in a minute
Sold a rock in a minute
I haven’t stopped for a minute
Opped in a minute
Done a drop in a minute
That’s a lot for a minute
It is apparent that the lyrics belong to a rap song, entitled "Minute By Minute" by J.D. Sumner and the Stamps. The first verse talks about how the singer has not done any of the illegal activities for a considerable length of time, including "hitting the block," meaning going back to their old neighborhood to sell drugs, "copping," getting drugs, "popping," taking drugs, and "selling a rock," which means selling drugs. The verses then go on to explain that the singer has been busy with other things, such as finishing some work, resolving some disputes, and beating his competition.
The chorus is a repetition of the actions mentioned in the first verse, emphasizing that it has been a long time since the singer has indulged in any of these activities. It also indicates that the singer is determined to get back into the game, comparing it to a runway. The last verse also reveals that the singer is apparently not deterred by the risk of violence involved in the drug game since they prefer "gunplay."
Line by Line Meaning
I haven’t hit the block in a minute
It's been a while since I've been on the street
Copped in a minute
It's been a while since I bought drugs
Popped in a minute
It's been a while since I used drugs
Sold a rock in a minute
It's been a while since I sold drugs
I haven’t stopped for a minute
I've been active and busy
Opped in a minute
It's been a while since I've done a criminal act
Done a drop in a minute
It's been a while since I've done a drug deal
That’s a lot for a minute
There's been a lot of activity within a short amount of time
Turn me up, there ain’t no limit
Make the music louder, there's no holding back
This shit real, it ain’t no gimmick
This life is serious, not a game or a joke
Watch me hop right back up in it
I'm back to my old ways
Got some work I didn’t finish
I still have drugs left to sell
Had some beef in the beginning
There were problems in the past
Whatch my haters all diminish
My enemies will disappear
Got me flexin in my linings like
I'm showing off my designer clothes
Ima hit me the strip like a runway (Ahh)
I'll cruise down the street like a plane on a runway
I don’t like to fight
I avoid physical confrontations
I do gun play (Ahh)
I'm comfortable using firearms
Bitches in the game
Women are involved in the drug trade
This is one playa
I'm the only one in charge
Why you switching lanes
Why are you trying to compete with me
This is one way (Ahhh)
I'm not changing my direction
Everybody sayin they got 20/20 vision
Everyone claims to be wise and clear-minded
Toss a brick up to my nigga
I'll send drugs to my friend
He gone flip it, that’s the mission
He'll sell it for a profit, that's the goal
I got bitches who love bitches
I have female partners who are interested in other women
I ain’t in it for the kisses
I'm not looking for romance or affection
Beat the pussy off the hinges
Engage in rough sexual activity
Tell em disapear like ninjas
Tell them to leave without being noticed
Don’t put ya hands on me
Do not touch me
I gotta band on me
I have money with me
She wanna fuk
She wants to have sex
I keep it a buck
I tell the truth
I gotta brand new team
I have a new group of people working with me
Gotta go n get that doe
I have to make money
Now no foreign obstacle
Now there are no barriers to success
Puffin on dat tropical
I'm smoking weed
Just to keep it logical
Just to stay sensible and practical
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: John Jamison
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