Block For Life
Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics


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I love my heat, yeah, you know hat it is
You know it stay hot, just a little tale about my gun
Feel the neck on that nigga, that's my homey, uh, yo, aiyo

I kept the same gun for nine years, navy blue glock
In the blue safe, right upstairs
I make sure that little nigga stay warm, tuck him under my pillow
Case the robbers come, I gotta perform
Kiss him night-night, mwuah, read him bedtime stories
Times I just stared at him, the Glock .40
His belly stay full, and he on a strict diet
I feed him lead, he good, he at ease when fired
Go to sleep Mr. Gat, I had him doing doubles for two days
And this the only way I get back
Besides changing your diaper, me and your click
Got niggas defecating in shit bags, they full of shit

Yeah, that still my nigga though, son
I can't live without him
Special relationship with that muthafucka
You feel me right? You feel me, Ghost?
Wu-Block, uh

I known him ever since he was nine, now he 22
Thinking he 45, that nigga is live
Like to come with me everywhere when I drive
Trouble maker same time, keep you alive
His ego too big, he be getting pumped
I told him chill, he said it's better when you getting jumped
No matter how you face it, now matter where you place me
Since the day that I was born, I ain't have safety
He went from Y.O. to Staten, that's real talk
He hung with Puff, he was with Shyne in Club New York
Now he with me, he hurt him like Angelina Jolie
With them babies, I raised them up from 380's
I raised them up from 380's, I raised them up from 380's

That Wu-Block shit, nigga, yeah

I still pour liquor after I pop bottles
Got a friend named Deuce Nickel, the cops got him
Back then when the coke price was rock bottom
I robbed a lot of spots with him, and I'm not lying
Then I got knocked with him and the cops kept him
I reminisce and get high over a lot of weapons
Got a friend named Nine, caught up in the murder one
I ain't seen him since, cuz my man had to murder son
Homey named Thirty-Eight, he pop with him
And it ain't too often that he's not with him




Call 'em your guns, I call 'em my friends
Pop it off or keep it tucked, guess it all that depend, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Block For Life" by Jadakiss and Styles P depict a deep and personal bond between the artists and their guns. The singers anthropomorphize their firearms, treating them as loyal companions and even referring to them with intimacy and affection. They describe how they have kept the same guns for years, caring for them and ensuring their safety. The guns provide a sense of security in their dangerous environments, symbolizing the artists' readiness to protect themselves and their territory.


The lyrics also highlight the power dynamic between the artists and their guns. They talk about feeding the guns "lead" and accepting their role as a means of taking down enemies. The guns become a source of control and dominance for the artists, allowing them to assert authority and instill fear in others. The lyrics also mention the artists' association with criminal activities and the violent lifestyle they lead, as they reminisce about past robberies and encounters with the law.


Overall, the lyrics of "Block For Life" showcase a complex and controversial relationship between individuals and firearms. It delves into themes of protection, power, and the consequences of living a life surrounded by violence.


Line by Line Meaning

I love my heat, yeah, you know hat it is
I am deeply attached to my gun, everyone knows what it represents


You know it stay hot, just a little tale about my gun
My gun is always ready for action, let me share a little story about it


Feel the neck on that nigga, that's my homey, uh, yo, aiyo
I have a close bond with my gun, it's like a trusted companion to me


I kept the same gun for nine years, navy blue glock
I have owned the same gun for a long time, it's a navy blue Glock


In the blue safe, right upstairs
I keep my gun safely locked away in a blue safe upstairs


I make sure that little nigga stay warm, tuck him under my pillow
I keep my gun close and protected, I even sleep with it under my pillow


Case the robbers come, I gotta perform
If robbers attempt to harm me, I have to use my gun to defend myself


Kiss him night-night, mwuah, read him bedtime stories
I lovingly say goodnight to my gun, like a parent comforting their child


Times I just stared at him, the Glock .40
I often find myself staring at my gun, appreciating its power


His belly stay full, and he on a strict diet
I always keep my gun loaded, but I am careful about its usage


I feed him lead, he good, he at ease when fired
I use bullets to โ€œfeedโ€ my gun, and it performs flawlessly when fired


Go to sleep Mr. Gat, I had him doing doubles for two days
I sometimes use my gun extensively, firing it multiple times in a short period


And this the only way I get back
Using my gun is the only way I can retaliate against my enemies


Besides changing your diaper, me and your click
Apart from protecting my crew, I also change their diapers metaphorically by handling their problems


Got niggas defecating in shit bags, they full of shit
I have my enemies overwhelmed and scared, making them metaphorically defecate in bags


Yeah, that still my nigga though, son
Despite everything, my gun is still my loyal companion


I can't live without him
I have become so reliant on my gun that it is now a part of me


Special relationship with that muthafucka
I have a unique and deep connection with my gun


You feel me right? You feel me, Ghost?
Do you understand the intensity and importance of this bond, Ghost?


Wu-Block, uh
This is Wu-Block, representing our collective strength


I known him ever since he was nine, now he 22
I have owned this gun since it was new, and now it has served me for a long time


Thinking he 45, that nigga is live
Although it is not physically mature, my gun is highly effective and reliable


Like to come with me everywhere when I drive
I always keep my gun with me for protection, even when I'm driving


Trouble maker same time, keep you alive
While my gun can cause trouble, it ultimately ensures my survival


His ego too big, he be getting pumped
My gun's reputation and confidence sometimes get inflated


I told him chill, he said it's better when you getting jumped
I advise my gun to remain calm, but it prefers to be challenged


No matter how you face it, now matter where you place me
Regardless of the situation or location, I am always ready to protect


Since the day that I was born, I ain't have safety
From the moment I acquired my gun, safety was never a priority


He went from Y.O. to Staten, that's real talk
My gun has moved and operated in different locations, proving its realness


He hung with Puff, he was with Shyne in Club New York
My gun has been in the presence of influential figures like Puff and Shyne


Now he with me, he hurt him like Angelina Jolie
Currently, my gun is loyal to me and inflicts damage like Angelina Jolie in her movies


With them babies, I raised them up from 380's
Just like raising children, I have nurtured and developed my guns from smaller calibers


That Wu-Block shit, nigga, yeah
This represents the unity and strength of the Wu-Block crew


I still pour liquor after I pop bottles
Even after celebrating with alcohol, I continue to mourn and remember my fallen friends


Got a friend named Deuce Nickel, the cops got him
I had a gun named Deuce Nickel, but the police confiscated it


Back then when the coke price was rock bottom
During a period when cocaine prices were extremely low


I robbed a lot of spots with him, and I'm not lying
Together, me and Deuce Nickel committed numerous robberies, and this is not a fabrication


Then I got knocked with him and the cops kept him
After getting arrested, the police held onto Deuce Nickel as evidence


I reminisce and get high over a lot of weapons
I often think back and get high thinking about the many guns I have owned


Got a friend named Nine, caught up in the murder one
I had a gun named Nine that was involved in a murder


I ain't seen him since, cuz my man had to murder son
I lost contact with Nine because my associate had to use it in a fatal incident


Homey named Thirty-Eight, he pop with him
There was a gun called Thirty-Eight that was frequently used alongside Nine


And it ain't too often that he's not with him
Thirty-Eight is almost always in the company of Nine


Call 'em your guns, I call 'em my friends
While others may refer to their guns as weapons, I consider them to be my trusted companions


Pop it off or keep it tucked, guess it all that depend, yeah
Deciding whether to brandish the gun or keep it concealed depends on the circumstances




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Abdul Aden

Imagine they played this at the versus battle ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ

epikmusic

Just thought the same (that's why I'm in here tonight) minutes ago, Good call! This is a burial anthem for that battle.

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Francis Francis

Would have been nice. Camron also has a hit song with same beat. Loosing weight 3

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