[Intro - Jadakiss]
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggaz!!)
[Verse - Jadakiss]
Yo it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool
Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you heard em say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day
The Des'y got a beautiful ring
I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth
That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks
D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go)
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss] They ain't D.A.
I'm top five, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfucking chest!
{*scratched*} Walk Witt Me.. Green Lantern!
[Jae Hood] Jae Hood
[Styles P] Two guns up
[Jae Hood] All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns
[Styles P] Here's why they call me the Ghost
[Verse - Sheek Louch]
Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks
Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your muhfucking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food
Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick
Stick a gernade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out
Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out
You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch
Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you
Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you
I live this shit, it's never gon stop
Open niggaz face wit a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock
Pussy muhfuckers don't want no beef
Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block (Styles P: two guns up)
[Bridge: Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
{*scratched*} D-Block, two guns up
Call up hood, hit up ya hood
Yo dude skip up street
[Verse - Jae Hood]
I grew up as a young dude, chillin wit them old cats
Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac
Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four
Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos
You really want beef? I'm busting the tech
I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets
It's (Jadakiss: D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all!)
You can't get no streeter nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
Old school style stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop
You niggaz talking like y'all can't get stuck up
I ain't an +Icon+ but y'all will still +Get Fucked Up+
[Verse - Styles P]
As we continue on, your hood you finish
Write a suicide note and get a window on
Nigga that's the type of shit we on
Redrum Redrum spin it back like a Missy song
Take a cold heart to twist your mom
But it's wintertime, shotty under the snorkle
Will flip when it's dinner time
+Strange Days+ without +Angela Bassett+
Middle of the hood niggaz handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anywhere we gon be in the hood
Wit the burners and the hawks nigga being the hood (watup!)
[Outro - Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
(Sheek Louch)
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
(Styles P)
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
(SL)
I don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
(SP)
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
(SL)
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
(SP)
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
(SL)
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
(SP)
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
(Chorus x2)
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
(SL)
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
(SP)
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
(SL)
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
(SP)
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
(SL)
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
(SP)
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
(SP)
Bitch this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
(Chorus)
(SL)
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
(SP)
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep
(SL)
I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga
(SP)
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a fuckin neck tie
(SL)
We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon
(SP)
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles
(SL)
What nigga you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P
(SP)
Yeah nigga that's what's up
D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up
(Chorus)
[Verse 1]
Yeah!
I know how to do this, daddy
I done made more trips south than Luda's caddy
I done been on the block, bust off the glock
and dealt with more beef than a fucking patty
Sheek ain't fuckin' wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all
you ain't gon' rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of ease
body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee (can't you see?)
I'm a mothafuckin thug, how i bug you would think I'm on every drug
But I aint, just 'gnac and an occasional thug, nigga
My crate out in the front wit a deuce deuce a Newport and half of my weight out
When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out
I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it
I got tommy guns like the ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah!
[Hook]
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few, we can do it in broad day to see the kind of work I do
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few,I'm quick on the trigga, I'm Sheek Louch the Guerilla, nigga
[Verse 2]
Woo! There's so much tension
Sheek let it off in broad day and I ain't squinchin'
Gat to my face and I ain't flinchin'
Somebody stayin' there like detention
And you ain't gotta like me, homie
But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself
That way everything you thinkin can stay in yo brain
Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz
But If it's my work to be sniffin up, then next week
it's gon' be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass body
No chest under your suit, that ain't cute
Loud-mouth niggaz make them mute (yeah! yeah!)
I'm the reason for locks on the door
I'm the reason why Coast Guards is on the shore
Open up, made Poppi have to lower his roar
Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I throw spinners on a 18-wheeler
And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the D-Block trailer
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Sheek be on some shit like flies an' a bee
My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads
Money dirty need to do a laundry load
I don't blow up I make the whole town explode
Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code
Sheek gets off the clutch
Doin Donuts in the street, I make smoke screens without a Dutch
They gon' need a gas mask for you
Baby boy, I go hard
I break bones like Jackass dudes
How many guns?
Just a few, but you never know what you gon' get till the shell come through
Blood, sweat, and tears
'Gnac and some beers
You ain't heard no shit like this in years
[Hook]
D-Block, Ten Hut (Shoot!)
My Street Niggaz are you ready
Less more!
I ma ryder clap off hop in a divider {Lets go}
Keep the car in neutral let it roll back {Arrghgh}
Big A.K. tied to the ski rack, brick a 100 pack {yeah}
Sold off sheet rock, 2 gunz up bitch thats D-Block
My flow pretty like a peacock {haha}
My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock {All Day}
To dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss {What up Jada}
shine more than the stones on babies wrist {Whoo}
The fifth jump like double dutch in the hood
I'm bout to blow fuck knockin on wood {Yeah}
Cuz if I don't Ima knock on the glass of your 600 {What}
None of y'all want it {Nah}
And I don't mean track and field
When I ask you to run it {Come on}
I'm nice as fuck I love to buck
Tuck it in before your ass get stucked motherfuckers
Fall in, Fall in {Men Lining up}
Aim Fire
Dont ever ask me about whats his name fuck him he whack {Thats right}
Should wear a condom in the booth because I be fuckin the track {HaHa}
Not be in the hood a lot so I be ducking the rats {uh huh}
the white tee is 4x cause I be tucking my gat {Thats right}
Take my shit off and knuckle up its nothing with scraps {uh huh}
Thats how it usually happen to a nigga who front and get clapped {uh huh}
Louch and Kiss y'all niggaz don't nothing with that {Nothing}
P probably working out doing stomach and back {Money baby}
One in your chest the other 16 in your hat {uh huh}
Left pherencis trying to figure out the meaning to that {Yeah}
They robbed you before so you know what it meaned to get yaked {faggot}
And you a bitch so you know what it mean to get slapped
We can shoot it out everyday an hour of slugs {Slugs}
I'm in the coop knockin to Luther the power of love {Ha}
Nigga you can feel the heat for yourself {uh huh}
And you can hate all you want
But the music gonna speak for itself, What
Hold fire, Hold fire
Started running, Starting retreating
Fuck it fire again
Leave niggaz broken up oxem down wait for them to yell
And see they skin open up {Whoo}
A nice guy but im evil and I hurt you {yeah}
Anybody that you ever seen me would of merked you {uh huh}
And I get my money off the diesel and the purple
Cause these industry niggaz would easily desert you {For real}
Feels good to talk with my nigga {No doubt}
D-Block you know what time it is {All day}
Baby walk witt my nigga
Stop talkin lil niggaz for y'all ass get stomped {haha}
Yeah we manz and all that but y'all really our comp {yeah}
And Im on my A game was on B too long
Stepped it up 16s crazy strong {Louch}
Every hood bump Sheek now {Yeah}
In the house, in the whip, in the summer
Head better with the top down {Whoo}
We can get it on {Get it on}
or we can let it off {Let it off}
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggaz!!)
Yo it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool
Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you heard em say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day
The Des'y got a beautiful ring
I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth
That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks
D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips
My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot
Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go)
They ain't D.A.
I'm top five, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfucking chest!
Walk Witt Me.. Green Lantern!
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns
Here's why they call me the Ghost
Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks
Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your muhfucking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone
Stomach ripped open, the beef back on
That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food
Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick
Stick a gernade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you
You say fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck you too
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out
Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out
You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch
Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless
I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you
Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you
I live this shit, it's never gon stop
Open niggaz face wit a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock
Pussy muhfuckers don't want no beef
Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth
Chase you in the house with the all black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
But I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block (
two guns up)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
D-Block, two guns up
Call up hood, hit up ya hood
Yo dude skip up street
I grew up as a young dude, chillin wit them old cats
Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac
Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four
Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos
You really want beef? I'm busting the tech
I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets
It's (
D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all!)
You can't get no streeter nigga
I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
Old school style stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop
You niggaz talking like y'all can't get stuck up
I ain't an +Icon+ but y'all will still +Get Fucked Up+
As we continue on, your hood you finish
Write a suicide note and get a window on
Nigga that's the type of shit we on
Redrum Redrum spin it back like a Missy song
Take a cold heart to twist your mom
But it's wintertime, shotty under the snorkle
Will flip when it's dinner time
+Strange Days+ without +Angela Bassett+
Middle of the hood niggaz handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anywhere we gon be in the hood
Wit the burners and the hawks nigga being the hood (watup!)
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them
Whoo! Haha, yeah!
Uh, this is how I put it down on the M-I
Can I, talk to y'all niggaz for a second
Feel me, ya know I mean?
I want y'all niggaz to get y'all Coronas, yeah
Get y'all muh'fuckin dutches, light y'all muh'fuckin haze up
Grab y'all yak ya know I'm sayin
Get some Courvoisier and all that, some cranberry
Matter fact take that shit straight cause I need niggaz to feel me on this
Ya know what I mean?
Listen, listen
Yo, I don't think you understand what I mean
When I aks you to Walk Witt Me, I got the hawk wit me
No talk wit me, in the yard wit my dickies (whoo!)
Young but I remind you of somebody in the sixties
I knew it was on when our God was shown
But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery shit
A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit it (damn!), I ain't mad
But that shit wasn't me (nah), had to get up off that
Jewelry and Cristal, couldn't talk that
They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't hatin'
To this day him and Busta got the best show (word up)
Ya know I'm sayin' yo fuck yo yo yo, yo feel me though
Back wit my niggaz, Double R
Before X blew it up, before Eve was a star
We are the streets, they couldn't wait for it
Interscope couldn't wait to get a plate for it
Grammy night, couldn't wait to get a date for it
Not, we sold over gold
Finally reached platinum status and near that is
Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz
Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice
I'm lovin' his shit but the hood thought it was moist
Styles P dropped Gangsta and a Gentleman
Hard, no need to speak but the promotion was weak
Sheek never had solo plans
Till I dropped a freestyle in the studio with some a my mans
Lobson tweaked that, Mario leaked that
Your shit hot you could bring the muhfuckin streets back
Nah, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label
Sit behind the desk you know, watch a lil' cable
Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out
Get into some pop music, put a rock band out
Got wit my nigga K, Kool and Whop
Green Lantern had my shit on the block (Hold me down)
Killed it in Flex now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock
If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block
P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in there, the rest of these labels is soft
Mario had a meetin' or two
Brought us to the U-N-I-V-E-R-S-A-L, what up Sue?
Y'all aks for it now I hit you in the head
I will sleep in my bed you don't woke the dead
Feel me you keep truttin' I'm a hit you wit the lead
And leave your whole shit flatter than the first broke head
Thanks to y'all niggaz it couldn't be
Without Envy, Whoo Kid, Kool Kid and Ron G
My nigga Enuff, S&S;, Capone
Chubby Chub, Sight for Sound and it's on
Wordup this street shit right here mayn
Ya know I mean?
I love y'all niggaz dawg
Y'all made a lot of shit possible
I gave y'all the heat, y'all distributed the shit
Y'all bumped that shit, y'all had faith in this shit
That's why I love y'all shit
Whatever y'all need I got y'all niggaz dawg
D-Block. That's street promotion right there man
Na mean? Real respect real, hood respect hood
Gangsta respect gangsta, gangsta got no love for pussy
Yeah, Vinnie Idol, ha ha, Vinnie
This shit is knockin daddy, yo da next one
It's on. Yeah, D-Block!
I love y'all niggaz. One
Yo I mean you been there for me.
You know what Im sayin?
And I wont you know, I wont do you wrong ever again.
Know what I mean?
You've been there, and Imma be there for you from now on.
You know what I mean?
I aint gonna neglect you I aint gonna do none of that shit.
You got my full undivided attention and i aint afraid to say it,
I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck it I love you
(How I love you) I aint afraid to say it, Im a thug
(How I love you) more than that, Im a man.
You know wut i mean (How I love you) Im in love.
You my bitch lets go
I used to dream about you watchin every move you made
I was young tho, I think 3rd or 2nd grade
Id go home write a poem put it rite to a beat
What i would do, what i would say if we would one day meet
I started gettin older still lovin ur style
How u dressed, how u drove the whole 80s wild
I was proud when you first got on MTV
You was in the video chillin with Run DMC
Thats my girl, knowin a nigga feinin to hit it
Knowin one day in the future id be rite up in it
I started doin talent shows I had it off the hook
You was there but u was to big, u wouldnt even look
I aint mad, u didnt notice till i got in a group
but even then it wasnt nothin unless i got in the coop
Got me goin crazy everyday youd switch up on me
Puttin that rite in my face knowin me so horney
(How I love you) You all i got, you all i want, you all i need
(How I love you) From day 1 to my death bed u all i breathe
(How I love you) im disciplined im dedicated and determined too
(How I love you) You got ur ups and downs but i dont really mind i still ride wit u
Ok Listen the group doin good
Still in the hood
I got a nickname Sheek
Now u startin to speak
Said u wana fuck wit all 3 if thats ok
I was like cool, once i hit it it was that anyway
A couple years gone past still havin a ball
how many times got them picures hangin all on my wall
When i first hit it I was like sheek da man
I stopped givin u the attention i origanally planned
Then u stopped fuckin wit me
and left me alone
People only seein u wit Jada and P
U even went around town started doggin me bad
It was my fault you no, i couldnt even get mad
I had to rap a pen and pad and get rite back
Write sum more poems to ur ass and get back on track
I aint got no problem tellin you i love you to death
And that im whipped and my shitll be blown if you skip
I had to hit the streets they said youd be out there a lot
And i could find you around any nigga out thats hot
Every club, every whip, everys gamblers spot
You no youd rather be with me, you like to bug out
love to bring the thug out
plus i be keepin it tite
we even go to work together let u play all nite
Laugh loud while i sit and i write
We done seen the world together but not on cable
All your friends lovin me u even got me a label
You got the magazines lovin our realations
People like to hear us talk, DJs record our conversations
You good around other people, especially kids
You make them happy, even brothers doin their bids
And i aint jealous at all go out and spread you wings
U can hang wit pac just pick up the phone when it rings
Yeah
Uh Huh, D Block
D Block, You with me Louch?
You know it my nigga
Yeah I know
Yeah
You know why we do this right?
Why's that dog?
Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime
Walk wit us
Are we the best or what?
Who the fuck else
Yo, we do nuthin', we are nuthin' (true)
I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nuthin'
I ain't pullin' my gun if I won't shoot shit, that's useless (why would I do that)
I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless (you pussy nigga)
You could die nigga
I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga
(you ain't my nigga)
I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh)
I got a problem with you, I'mma let the heat whistle
This is real shit, nigga I peel shit (tell em')
I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed (who's better)
I wanna kill niggaz (kill em)
You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse, and I don't really
feel niggaz (I don't feel y'all)
They say stop the viloence, but I gotta join in it (I'm gonna join in it)
I'm in the hooptie with 3 Ki's a boy in it
This is pay day, fuck what they say (fuck em')
D Block, grab your handguns and A-K's
Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up
Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up
It don't mean nuthin' to me!
Yeah! What up! D Block!
Yo yo, ayo, ayo yo
Yo its the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment
Hoodied up, stickin your grandfather for his retirement (what up!)
Talkin super hard when I know that you bitch-made (faggot)
Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade
Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage (all that)
Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay
J Hood, D Block, respect the name and the click (D Block!)
Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick
Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
To make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin him out (bitch!)
Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots
They can't determine the cause of your death in your autops'
You scared? Don't come outside, the streets is serious (stay home)
My ribs touchin, I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious
We could do it whenever, wherever, nigga set a date (what up!)
remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face (bitch!)
Uh huh, yeah, what, haha! Yeah, uh huh, yeah, uh, yeah
Ayo, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours (that's right)
It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw (you know it)
Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more (more)
My man turned 14 shirts into a store (you got it!)
Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it (uh huh)
The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with
There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary (yeah)
Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinorary (what)
Anywhere, any block, clap any iron (any iron)
And beat niggaz 'till you can't identify em'
D Block my nigga (uh huh)
To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga (got ya)
What, it don't mean nuthin' (nuthin)
And you got the rights to bang a nigga wherever you want if he frontin' (yeah)
We done starved together and burned some scriller
Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla (doin' it again baby!)
Uh, you want it with who? (huh?)
You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew (never)
We poppin' you quick (yeah)
Put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick (get off our dick)
White Air's and white T's get filthy quick
And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick (haha)
Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers (nah)
Lifetime, Sex In the City ass niggaz (yeah)
Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz (uh)
Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz (yeah)
I'll pull up wit a hooptie at a black tie affair
And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear (come here bitch)
Crime don't pay, who the fuck said that? (huh?)
How much you think I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat?
Nigga act up, I'll let it rip in his back (brattt!)
You know who it is from coast to coast (who)
Thug niggaz keep clappin' ya toast
I'ma make the hits, y'all book the shows
Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy
Aiyyo, who's that looking through my window
Blow, y'all motherfuckers know my style
Any nigga looking and I'm Daffy Ducking his ass
Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass
Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass
Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass
Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC
Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC
I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper
That's why my vocabulary sick
Use big words like, suck-my-dick
You don't wanna play Louch without entering cheats
I'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats
Coke thicker than ya motherfucking cream of wheats
Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets
And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats
Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy
Without baking soda, still keep the arm and hammer
D block flag waving on the rangest tanner
In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana
Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana
Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing
Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like Jalen
No bull, nickel plate catch me pailing
Scoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailing
Yeah, I don't care if I sell or not
The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove
Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangsta love
Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tug
Ha ha, I'm like new but I been here though
Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show
Book it, let the hood in and let me rock
Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up
Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back
Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at?
12 gauge, tech nines, yo, where the hit 'em at?
D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy
I got [unverified] signs, fuck dog, beware the owner
Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Corona
Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids trespass
One of 'em Vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggers
I'm hot like, 'bout to start breaking you up
I feel the earth's a little baller, niggaz shaking me up
I'm 'bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up
I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup
And yo what, that's right, the God sick wit it
Maybe before but right now the kid Louch forget it
I'm the best out right now, spread the news
I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes
Yellow Playboy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues
I don't just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off
Espionage and all that, like [unverified]
A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off
Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off
A'yo hold up man, let me take y'all back to the begining
Let y'all know what happend that night, listen
I don't even know these niggaz hangin in front
Usually we woulda been asked them what do they want
What they came here for, this is 354
What you tryna get some gas or some shit from the store
But nobody asked these motherfuckers what do they want
It was bitin, mad traffic, the first of the month
It was me, Chep, Bizzy and Hit
B.G. and Lickalone and yeah I think Earth was there and shit
And a few other niggaz in and out of the buildin
Tryin to catch every sell but not to children
Got a sixty of that yack in the store in the back
Chep about to go home and get more of his pack
Jake ain't fuckin wit us, what's the miracle
Niggaz moms ex heads now turn spiritual
Wanna preach to us talk about Christ
And how fuck sand, how he could bring the beach to us
That's when I noticed niggaz still outside
Hoody on with some shades like they tryna hide
So I cocked the hammer then I walked to 'em
No beef, just a friendly little talk to 'em
Listen
Here we go, yo whaddup money?
Yo whaddup
What y'all niggaz waitin for somebody or somethin?
Yeah, why?
Nah nah, I'm sayin y'all niggaz got on big hoodies and shit
Yaknahmean? It's my block out here daddy
I don't need blood on this shit and all that
It's all love, it's all good
Aight, just checkin dog
A'yo, turns out these niggaz is not from here
And they got blood on they hands while they drinkin a beer
They just robbed Dread and them niggaz spot
I told 'em they gotta get up out of here, they makin it hot
That's when four shots let off, a black truck sped off
Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off
Bombaclot, no man rob me spot, everybody here feelin me glock
They done put us in a mix now we gotta go to war with
Dread and them niggaz cause they think we wit these dicks
Shots goin everywhere, everybody clappin but them niggaz that was standin there
They fuckin disappeared
I cut one yardy underneath his fuckin beard
Still clappin, got everybody runnin scared
They ain't backin down and we ain't bitchin
Niggaz comin out the house with the hitchelin under the michelin
Throwin back a clip or two
You would think we went to war with Colin Powells crew
Police comin now but we don't give a fuck
Rhas' tryna grab all his niggaz in the truck
That's what I get for lettin niggaz blend in
And they ain't really wit us, niggaz really tryna get us
I keep my glock not givin a fuck
But the bullshit is we still gotta watch for that truck
Yaknahmean, y'all niggaz remember that night dog?
Only B.G. had his gun on him man, word up
Styles P had his gun on him
Besides that niggaz was fuckin naked man
Yall niggaz didn't stop it man
Niggaz had the drop on us kid
If homeboy didn't come thru, if he didn't come thru
and silence those guns dog, we woulda been sick
Check it out though, I know them faggot ass niggaz kid
You know what the fuck I'm talkin about
Niggaz just bought them shits, that's why we had all them hammers
Besides that man, word up man, no wing niggaz around us dog
If you ain't a motherfuckin friend of mine or friend of ours, you gotta go
Niggaz is grimey man, it's D-Block for real man
You think these niggaz don't want what we got?
Fuck yeah they want it
That shit we be rappin about
All that shit we be fuckin drivin around, these niggaz is hungry man
[helicopter flies overhead]
There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with
Who you fuckin with? Them niggaz don't care about you
Them niggaz don't give a fuck about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!
[Sheek Louch]
Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
the fiend on a nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
but the muzzle them usin make this motherfucker updated
Puh-puh, nigga please; if a nigga had your son
and had him lookin down you wouldn't even squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I don't wanna hear about
the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Uh uhh, feel me cousin? Sheek been a problem
before this D-Block shit started buzzin
Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my dick
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'fucker, I'm just workin with some sense
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? [x4]
This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? [x4]
[Sheek Louch]
Y'all niggaz so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet
The heart in my chest, black on my flesh
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this shit a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin nigga got a story to tell
Bye bye nigga, doves fly nigga
The hardest nigga spittin came from Bed-Stuy nigga
After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this shit
But I swear, on the streets I'm royalty
Kinda scary ain't it? You don't wanna be
That's why the hood treat you colder than the A&P;
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black power
It's for any motherfucker that gets up
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
Niggaz don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'fuckin thangs with me
Fuck it put 'em up; muh'fucker put your guns in the air
If you with me nigga hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
and have a nigga white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what nigga shot him
What the fuck is up? I ain't nuttin up
Niggaz hard 'til they leakin through they button up
Get at my crew, whatever nigga who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me nigga - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy nigga
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage
This beat is to be used, violently - weapons not included
[Sheek Louch]
Double platinum never; still on the grind though
Playin my position, watchin behind though
D-Block'd out, must I remind yo
Benjamins walk with me, two guns y'all can see
Money pile, wild out, nigga who want what
Every year it's somethin new for you to shake your butt
Get on yo' strut, you feelin me soldier?
Ten hun (ten hut) ten years strong, the record is long
Coulda been a lil' richer if I rocked a thong
Anyway; the Coupe is gray
Sheek startin to get hot in the hood like the month of May
My dog tags tangle, white tee on
Paul Wall bottoms, big Jacob bangle
One dutch of evil and piney
Matter fact, gimme some 'gnac and I'ma chase that with a Heine'
And make sure you pour some for my thugs behind me (yeah)
[Chorus x2: Styles]
Hustle 'til the sun up (run up)
Keep comin 'til you come up (run up)
E'rybody keep your gun up (run up, run up, run up, run up, run up)
[Styles]
Run up you gon' die like the beeper call
Dawg this is Styles, I ain't Nas but I "Ether" y'all
You should hide when you see that ride creep along
Cause it's on when the doors open - shut his lights out
He got his mans, but I'm fuckin get 'em all coffins
Lil' niggaz is now mine they swallow the barrel find it
Bet that'll open 'em up (I bet)
And they all act tough, 'til you pokin 'em up
Nigga - run up like you came for a marathon
Body's in the suitcase, head's in the carry-on (ha ha)
You food to a real nigga, rude with the steel nigga
Give a fuck; you shoulda chilled nigga (you shoulda chilled)
All I know is puttin in work
Get the new M-5, nigga put in the work
Crack a vanilla dutch, nigga put in the earth
Run up I keep the gun up, get put in the earth - what?
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
M-6 revvin, all black on the cell phone
And all that like I'm talkin to Devon (Knight Rider)
Shorty wanna hang out of the car (uh-huh)
Yellin out money ain't a thang, holdin up a mayonnaise jar
of that stick-ickalous, ridiculous
Comin down Harlem, foggin up the whole St. Nickalous (yeah)
Red monkies on them pretty things
Wipin off ash, showin Scado my Diddy things
Pay attention (yeah) gon' miss if I squench in
Just us bein there is causin tension
No beef, no wreath nece', it get real messy
Pull a rifle on you boys like Uncle Jesse
I'm Sheek baby girl, one third of the LOX
Put you in the mink and out of the fox
Added a Honda into the box
Earring holes is stretched from the size of the rocks
Let's go
[girl singing]
What do we do
Ooooooh - what do we do, what do we do
Pressure, pressure - what do we do to do
[Sheek Louch]
Let's go
They say they want me to chill
How you rappin is like you sayin to go out and kill
I hear so much of this nonsense
Like brother you a role model, you supposed to rap like you concious
(For what?) Even if that was true, understand
I'm a man before anything, rap is what I do
And I'm somebody's father
Like if my baby boy in a jam I won't grab the revolver
Sometimes not even that
I ain't sittin around talkin 'bout slavery is holdin me back
Out East you would think this the Western
I don't mean to be rude, but you can chill with all those silly suggestions
When the pressure is on, your morals is gone
Can't believe your face is torn (oh!)
I don't condone it, but I'm willin to loan it
Just relax, go home, hit me up on the horn, got you
[Chorus: girl singing]
For this life... piece of mind
The streets are filled with priiiide
Too young to die, so the bullets fly
The streets are filled with priiiide - pressure, pressure
[Sheek Louch]
I know she tryin to be cool for her friends
I know he tryin to front for her in the Benz (yeah)
But he ain't watchin where he drivin and drunk (uh-uh)
Hit somebody whip and dude talkin 'bout poppin the trunk
But can't go out like a punk (nah)
Shots go off, and his friends no longer think that he's soft (brrap)
Now it's time for the bail
And momma got a slight heart problem cause her son is in jail (damn)
And no one's keepin it real (uh-uh)
The lawyers is riffin, block phone calls, messages skippin
And shorty don't even visit
She too busy in the mall with your re-up money, tryin to live it
When he come out shit he flipped
Cause his son is in the backseat with some other nigga pushin his whip
(That's my son) This kind of pressure for real
Got at least like 6 out of 10 blacks sittin in jail, damn
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
This brother comin from work (yeah)
9 to 5, minimum wage, his boss is a jerk
He can't stand bein broke (uh-uh)
He get off the bus to get him a beer and somethin to smoke
He think about gettin coke
His family is hungry, it's dead real, no longer a joke
But he ain't made for the streets
This ain't back then, these lil' dudes now carryin heat
Think he can pump where he want, it's the first of the month
Makin mad sales right in the front (what?)
Duke and them gettin mad (yo whattup?) things startin to get bad
'Bout to follow homey home to his pad (him right there)
But he can't let that ride
He pull out the thing and tell his baby momma go in and hide
(Get the baby in the house) So many put on a stretcher
I'm willin to bet'cha, it's the pressure, c'mon
[Chorus]
[girl singing]
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
the pain that a man as just didn't do it
when two junior flip hot rod lovin pig police man
(pain) put 'em in a position where he must choose
against humiliation as a man or death
(pain) leave your head, cuz you outta be dead
[Sheek Louch]
Block-a this is your brain on drugs
Love is pain and pain is love
[Jadakiss]
Block-a this your brain on drugs
Ya'll came wit police we came wit thugs
[Sheek Louch]
Ayo I droped pain on 'em, switched the game on 'em
Whoever out there hot I'mma rein 'em
I see niggaz slowin down I'mma gain on 'em
No beef but fuck it put his brain on 'em
Uh if his face is hurtin
I'm in Yonkers comin down burnin in that thing wit the curtain
pants leg up call me Sheek Cool J
Hat low shorty from paris run way, the thing is loaded
Eatin lunch wit politician and I don't even think I voted
They see my face they think I'm rich
I'm by myself they think I'm bitch
Until they layin why doctors stitch
Cuz I clap like a nasty bitch
You don't know me, you know my name
You heard my raps, but you don't feel my pain
[Chorus: x2]
[Sheek Louch] I got more than you lookin for
[Jadakiss] Pain
[Sheek Louch] She backin it up on the dance floor
[Jadakiss] Pain
[Sheek Louch] By her self tellin me she got more
[Jadakiss] Pain
[Sheek Louch] It ain't all bad homey its sumthin good
[Jadakiss] Pain
[Jadakiss]
yea, yo, uh, sort of like in a vangelis
Cuz you hear it but you don't know how to handle this
Uh, be it nine or the knife
Everybody felt it at sometimes in they life
Its all different kinds to endure
Pain is pure and most time it ain't no pure
Thats why I'm in the hood I don't be where the stars is
One of my records is platinum but all of my cars is
You pokin Mount Air lodge is
I'm Germnay tall bust menage a trois' , "Trading Places"
If you don't like the hand you was dealt just make sure you save your aces
Uh, and I'm gettin a lil Dividends
Big Boys think I'm distributin
Divin off yachts in the Carribean
Yea, thats just the life that we livin in
[Chorus: x2]
[Sheek Louch]
AYo, I'm ridin dirty
On the passenger side wit just the premier me and my birdy
Lui boots red monkey jeans on
Jamaica chick get my sex and Queens on
Haze lit, blunt lick finger thick
Flow make 'em all fight like a spring a chick
Sheek Louch and Jada *meowa*
Put 'em half dollar hoes on the side of your car
[Jadakiss]
Yo neva put your eyein away
Dream like you livin forever but live like you dyin today
Uh, 38 is new, 357 is a lil older
Everythin else is for the shoulder
From hear on I spit it on red form
Brinin these niggaz eatin the ground of air born
And you just runnin your mouth, stay in your house
If you don't know nuttin about no PAIN!
Psh, let me try this machine one more time man
Put one more coin in this shit right here lemme see, let's go
[slot machine sound simulated by a synth keyboard]
Ohh! Yo I hit? We rich my niggaz! We rich! Ha ha!
Koch, whattup? No more lookin back now nigga
It is what it is bitch, I'm ready
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
For the road again - I got my money, my passport
My gun is loaded, nigga I'm ready
For the road again - I got my weed, a couple niggaz
Some liquor, the new Madden, I'm ready
For the road again - I'm in your town puttin it down
Bankheadin and all that, I'm ready
For the road again - I'm goin back out my niggaz
All aboard bitches, OWW!
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, my momma struggled for me, poppa juggled for me
My niggaz huddled for me, they said you gotta let 'em off
Let him do his thing (let him do his thing)
Y'all ain't tryin to work with him, let him spread his wings
Let him go out in the world, see a couple things (Sheek Louch)
See what's workin for him, see who chirpin for him
For what shows and what label is lurkin for him (D-Block!)
I got it bitin ma, I've been writin ma (been writin ma)
I've cut down on drinkin but I've been lightened ma
You've gotta see my stage show, I'm excitin ma
Your boy nice (I'm nice) - dropped my album, did around 400
I expected double, I guess they didn't want it
Niggaz stayin blunted, walk with me zit
We can pop it in and you ain't gotta touch shit
Anyway; back to the drawin board
I'm independent now, whoever with me all aboard
Hold on son - hey yo Foolz rewind that back my nigga
I think I forgot, I gotta tell 'em a lil' more shit
That happened between me and shit
Aight that's far enough let's go
Hey yo, anyway, Kadar about to leave (ha ha)
P comin home, Ruff Ryders lil' seed (yeah)
'Kiss asked "Why," how kids gotta die
to Mr. George Bush and his sales hit the sky (let's go my nigga)
Ja reached out with this "New York" idea (New Yorrrrrrk)
'Kiss from the hood so he was like hell yeah (I got you son)
50 gettin mad, came out with "Piggy Bank"
That was probably the best song he had
We had to shit on him (uh-huh), Game quit on him (yeah)
Now we got it locked like we sicked the pit on him (it's ours nigga)
We're takin meetings, but we don't wanna go major
Cause we know how these artists takin beatings
Plus I seen how these down South niggaz do it
Eight dollars? Shit, I could get used to it
Look at Lil' Jon, nigga got his own fluid (Get Crunk)
Ying Yang and them, they can show you how to do it
Now I'm gettin crunk with Koch and them
All these new niggaz spittin? I'm watchin them
I got a thousand songs like 'Pac and them
And niggaz prayin for me like Ak and them (yeah)
My son is born, I'm back alive
I caught a DWI tryin to drink and drive (damn)
I'm huggin the bottle, I'm hittin the throttle
Got a beat tape playin tryin to think some bars
Like weed I just put 'em in my mental jars
'Til I get up in the booth and space out like Mars (oh!)
I'm ready for it (uh-huh) I already saw it
A lot of shit about to change, niggaz can't ignore it
[Chorus]
Naw I say uh oh, uh oh, uh oh
[Sheek Louch]
Aced out yached out not givin a fruck
West side highway doin over a buck
Broad day its like Curtis May shotgun wit me
White airs, blue jeans this the top of dickie
I ain't picky, some sticky in the bitch to roll it
Phat ass Lui or Gucci or work to hold it
50 thousand big heads kind of hard to fold it
And I don't need needle or threat to say I sold it
Big money, big guns and all that stuff
Black brief case, one wrist handcuff
You get you man snuffed
Fuck 'em like G-O-D
Got that white boy sellin like pOD
And I ain't tryin to sun ya'll
Or some tough guy shit I just ain't scared to none ya'll
Run ya'll
Ten years strong, you one year weak
Ya'll ain't fuckin wit Sheek
Bark at the frawg
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Sheek Louch]
[Ghostface Killah] Yo Sheek
[Sheek Louch] Wuttup nigga
[Ghostface Killah]Show these mothafuckers yea the retail price
[Ghostface Killah]That cost to get they face blowned off
[Ghostface Killah]200 bean if that
[Sheek Louch] cuz is no lost 'em
[Sheek Louch] Niggaz don't give a fuck if you come up short, naw
[Ghostface Killah]You fuckin wit gangsta
[Sheek Louch] Architecture niggaz that pain all loosely
[Ghostface Killah]Twist you back like we just twist the top of coolie, at the Oscars
[Sheek Louch] Jane all doogie
[Ghostface Killah]Stick up kids is the name of our movie, nigga
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo I get married in crutch Velvet
Diamond chip shit that'll squash elders
You know the steez when I come through steamin my stones
Through on eight floor studed it out cleanin my chrome
I disinfect niggaz, wash 'em, rinse 'em and hang dry 'em
Bang iron, to all top is pro-long cuz it takes science
No larceny, murder experts in the feds, yo they on to me
Like I murdered Vonny, me and Sheek Louch
we can regroup, we can recoupe
We eat leak soup, speed race across country in the mean coupe
We got whips and big chains at the day back routes
Enron money, they say we goin down on tax invasion
Tellin cops if they try to cuff us the max is sprayin
Finally the head in they hats where they badge is layin
On the floor right along where their colleague is prayin
Nigga, this is Theodore and D-Block
Fuck 'round and get your meat chopped
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Sheek Louch]
[Sheek Louch]
Ease back, whats that all about, huh?
I dare ya'll niggaz tryin to play Sheek Louch out
Like I don't find talent like a Yankees Scout
Like I ain't still got it when papi on the drought
The hood got swear tryin to be circle
I don't give a fuck I'll leave a bunch dead Urkels
I don't pillow talk, I'll tell a hoe what she need to know
I don't care if she thicker than pizza dough, I'm out standin
I ain't even landin in the same place I use to when I come down high
I wake up wit two bitches in between my thigh
And I ain't hollywood or rich, bitch I ain't Mcky
I just mad at tellin a good ass lie
Yo, nuttin 'bout me soft, I don't care if you got cake
whateva, go'head go on brush you shoulders off
I be in the hood, Sheek Louch good
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
[Styles:] Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
Or rigamortis set in and you stay in in position
[Styles P]
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
[SL]
I don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Jerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like "The Bus"
[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
And like, never part with your gun and stay this cold
[SL]
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
[SP]
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
[SL]
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringin back
[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
[Chorus x2]
Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
[SL]
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
[SP]
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit
[SL]
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
[SP]
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
[SL]
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
[SP]
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail
But I probly got two cells connected
[SL]
Yak in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
[SP]
Bitch this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt
With the flowers on top of ya
[Chorus]
[SL]
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
[SP]
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the niggaz is sleep
[SL]
I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga
[SP]
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a fuckin neck tie
[SL]
We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon
[SP]
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles
[SL]
What nigga you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P
[SP]
Yeah nigga that's what's up
D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
I don't know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
Bitch this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya
Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep
I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a fuckin neck tie
We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles
What nigga you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P
Yeah nigga that's what's up
[Jada] It's the dance step, it's the BOUNCE!
[S.L.] Gotta make sure I don't spill my drink on this
[Jada] Ha ha ha ha! It's the swagger
G's up homey
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
I'ma get money, get money
I don't care if your peoples act funny
I'ma go loco, straight loco
Aiyyo mamis pass the trey-ocho
Cause we do it, straight do it
You coulda came with us ma but you blew it
Make it hot boo, bring your friend too
And drop it like you supposed to, ah-HA!
[Sheek Louch]
You know what this is lil' momma
You could walk around with the top of a pajama
Boxers on, pillow case over the llama
Drama; I deal with more weed than a farmer
Point blank, dot dot, period, comma
(Yeah) So gritty, but still so pretty
Broke and I get as much pussy as Diddy
Ante up, catty all candied up
I'm on ice like I just won the Stanley Cup
Yup! Stay booted up, a little 'gnac in the cup
About to score, the homey had to shoot it up
(Yeah) 23's, low pros on top of a flatbed
(Ha ha) Niggaz think I just got towed - nope!
To the car show, Murciélago
Hammer in the cargo - what's my name? (Sheek Louch!)
Sheek Louch that boy there 'bout to change the game
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo; I ain't gon' lie, it's a lot of things I can't buy
But if I really want it bad (yeah) and really get mad (yeah)
I'ma grab the strap like a muh'fuckin dad
To get what I want, if it take me a month
And pitch my lil' pieces right in the front
Smoke my blunt, and drink my 'gnac
And watch my back like I'm under attack (woo!)
A lot of people think I don't like their ass
Guess what? (Guess what?) I really don't like their ass
And won't hesitate to put somethin in you fast (let's go)
So you can go 'head with that bullcrap
Cause I don't mean rhymes when I say I ain't afraid of a murder rap
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo - she said she love my flow, and the things that I say
And how the rest of my crew is so caliente
You D-Block boys really know how to play (D-Block!)
When the next LOX album, I'm just waitin for the day
Look Range, Bent' Coupe, house, indoor hoop
Chain got enough karats to put in grandma soup
I ain't in the loop, I'm nowhere near you
I'm in the hood dawg where them peoples scare you
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya? D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny, can I get any higher, they say sheep's on fire
I feel like death jam, just sound starter mayer
I've been a g since I was chewin on a pacifier
I keep that nick cannon with me, no Mariah
They say the hood is mine, it's like the nigger was born against the wind
She... Johhny Frankenstein, my auto-mo is pretty as camorra Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, [?] oxis
These ol' niggers with me on a [?]
So I recommend your faggot ass to walk by, we movin money
Touch the sky the [?] the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya know the deal
I'm roasting at p.p. all your spill
10 thousand may get you a walkthrough
... and no less depending who you talk to
I came through, cd [?] lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like the city I come back on the [?]
Whatch you know about... gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
[?] extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for [?]
We sorry to say for our toons
D block this is for my toons, cop back
[?]. Cop back
Yeah, broad day no mass off, Nicky Clap
My best customer is a soldier boy at Ricky [?]
Just casino, no spades or pity pay
It's going down in the hood nigger, plenty action
I'm doing the dishes, you doin some thrashin
My corner mansion, your crew's relaxing
Guess who win the kitchen? Guess who moving [?]
Public information these are proving facts
They're fine with the oj's and down bottom somewhere hot, but no breeze
And dinner with young millionaires, this is o keys, just sit back
Talk shit and blow trees
My outfit's un-wearable, my shoes don't fit you
My pain's unbearable but niggers didn't listen to my shit
Ain't hearing ya, I've been that nigger dog, you always been terrible
That's why the label ain't clear the day you decided to come through
Cop back...
Cop back...
Get actin late from the crooks, [?] wager for [?] apple made the book
Real gangster, all our honeys have to take a look
[?] in the building but they have to take a move
Get at you, look at you, you're a donny on the hook
I'm a getting money nigger but griming with the jukes
Name the block the is jewelers on
It would be the same block is [?] on
New M5, new [?]
Yeah I'm the boss but I still get my shooter on
Like I care who you around, I take long shots
NBA shoot around, long shots
Get your hommie to pull the hoop around
Get your girl to pull the hoop around
The only thing you're missing is the glitter
Follow nigger, we ain't even talk about Twitter
Whatch you know about... gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
[?] extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for [?]
We sorry to say for our toons
D block this is for my toons, cop back
Uhh, hahah, Ruff Ryders niggaz (all my niggaz)
(All aboard!) Blood in blood out
Funk Doc, Sheek Luc', Meth-Tical (whattup niggaz?)
Yo, yo, aiyyo yo
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent LOX
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz "I'll Be Dat" (Be dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car
[Chorus]
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
[Redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 volts of lightning when you fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennessy, two ice cubes
We can draw (choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
I avalanche your camp with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half-eskimo
My flows move like indo;
turn ten nickels to ten loads, outta ten sto's
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin
The ice, the fat wallet son, I want it
And the helicopter warmin before mornin
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga
Got - "fuck ya momma" on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys'll get smacked in the club
COme with the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (C'mon)
(C'mon) Bring me some more ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow Cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to, it's all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime
It's a crime when I drop bomb lines designed
to tick, tick, BOOM blow your mind
Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done, like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run, for cover son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around here gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu.. Tang, Wu.. Tang
"I dont know ya'll maybe we can make a change maybe not"
I'm tired of crying tired of livin i'm tired of niggaz i'm tired of women i just wanna be myself keep the fame keep the
Wealth gimme my health take me to a place where they aint hatin no more where i aint gotta rase the hand and clap the four
Where i dont gotta kick your door and ask for more where i dont gotta dig ya floor and look for raw whoa where i dont gotta
Serve no heads cook no coke and no such thing as FEDS and there's no such thing as AIDS and lil kids live the age to walk
The stage no lil babies cryin mom aint dyin papa live at home he gotta steady job everybody full he aint gotta rob
Damn
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
Where we aint black or white matter fact we are but we dont have to fight or kill maybe Malcolm would have been alive still
Maybe Martin would have been able to chill maybe a black face on a dollar bill i keep hope alive that i stay alive i think
It's coming i'm trying not to drink and drive a place where the death penalty is gone no abortions life only lives on nobody
Gettin shot for they chains and no hard labor jobs we all usin our brains and you dont have to strip through school cover ya
Body mama everything is cool let your daughter know her moms is smart and thats your heart before you tare her apart
"i think i'm asking for too much man"
Damn
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
No muradhs on the five o-clock news no bodys over Jordan tenna-shoes nobody laying on me waitin to blast i feel the spirts
Of my niggas that past it's like they right here i just cant see um sometimes i'm jealous of um damn i wanna be um everybody
Fake when will this ever end if you dont know your enemy then you dont know your friend a place where theres no more wars no
More tears no more liquor no more beers no more stocks no more shares no more fights no more jails no more kits a place
Where you dont value money just the air you breathe and everyday is sunny no it can never happen and it's just rapin and i'm
Dreamin but damn
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You know it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
Walk wit me talk wit me
Sometimes i just sit and think
You knwo it's hard to express it ya'll
Thats why i put it all in ink
Thats why i put it all in ink
Straight out the gate, they call me young don
Heavy gunplay, shit
Fresh to death like I'ma rip the runway
Rip the curb up, pop some bob up
Loud pack dutch, light some lava
Killing shades on my yankee had backpack
Watch all bright, her ass so fat
She say I'm so hood but she like it like that
Pull a little weed when I hit it from the back
I'm high, union square on some...
When I finish this bottle, I'ma leave with a model
Coupe in the front like I hit the throttle
I'm gone, gone, let me ask
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? Of course I do
You wanna hold your man down? All the time
Go girl, go
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? I want it right now
You wanna hold your man down? Actually
Then let me see you, wind it up
Yeah, hey yo, move that ass back,
Hand me my glass black
I'm going to jail cause I'm gonna harass that
Fish that's foreign shell...
Eyes real chingy like it she real blunted
Monalisa, Monalisa, let me taste you
Hurry up and drink that great goose
I'm on tilt and the place is on fire
See a lot of Gabriels and Myers
The owner and waitress keep supplying us
The desert come first, shake your thighs and butt
The result came like when she sat in my lap
Inside of my bag, do you like that?
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? Of course I do
You wanna hold your man down? All the time
Go girl, go
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? I want it right now
You wanna hold your man down? Actually
Then let me see you, wind it up
Yeah, little pain killers in the case of chors
Run white line and she dropping the drawers
Took her from them hood to the Gucci stores
Just because I'm... you call it tricking
And I don't think about it
Maybe cause I'm high and my brain is clouded
Yep I wanna fuck any thick with Shawty
Thought her wrong cause the club was crowded
Yeah, it's Cudi in chair right there
She's a smurfette and I'm pop bear
When I play bed, I don't play fair
Like ass up hands ducttaped to the chair
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? Of course I do
You wanna hold your man down? All the time
Go girl, go
Do you like it baby? I love it daddy
Do you want it right now? I want it right now
You wanna hold your man down? Actually
Whoo, yeah, turn it up
Alchemist, you know what to do
Bump that, turn it up, whoo
Crazy daddy
A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear
Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year
I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair
Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.
I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
Don't get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
Cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich
We could let it drop or we could let it pop
Make your decision 'fore I make my incision
Head on collision, head-body division
Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon
Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave
Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up
We got it poppin, turn it up
We comin for y'all, turn it up
Niggaz they droppin, turn it up
We got the streets locked, turn it up
If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up
Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
Cause we don't fuck around
What, that nigga Sheek is the truth
You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth
Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof
Presto magic, like where did his chest go?
Think not homie, got a ziploc on me
Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie
Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended
Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented
I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended
Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off
Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft
The hood love me, put it in the air for me
And boy cop mixtapes if they don't hear from me
Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy
I'm too smart on the streets you fuckin dummy
A'yo, real niggaz relate to me
Jealous niggaz can't wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me
Don't miss cause it's uh-oh like Lumi
Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy
I bail it all to you, I give you my life
I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife
I'm takin it there, even if they give me the chair
I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear
My fist stuck screamin black power
I ain't gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower
Cause I don't care what color you are
Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car
I'm not a star
I'm a nigga that'll issue the star
I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar
Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook
A'yo Alchemist, bring in the hook
[Chorus: x2]
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
I think we got a problem, got a got a problem
Think we got a problem, think we got a problem
[Sheek Louch:]
Think we got a problem, mask on, show you how to rob em
Revolver, show you how to solve'm
Drivin down Harlem, the Aston a problem
No tint fishball it ain't hard to spot him
Think we got a problem, weed got too much
Only thing damn I'm down to my last dutch
Think we got a problem, but really it ain't dough
There's one of me, and these bitches I count about three four
Think we got a problem, the homey just all talk
He ain't gon pop a balloon with a pitch fork
Think we got a problem in the club with this dogg
Rude boy, starks, ladies, everybody
[Chorus]
[The Game:]
Think we got a problem, Game in Manhattan
Black on black Aston the 21 strapped in
Dominican chick ridin shotty all strapped in
Customize the dash on my shotgun strapped in
Cops on the shoulder gotta pull a Hova
Time to fade to black cause I ain't pullin ova
The engine is a problem, that ain't no question
Pop the trunk see the speakers kickin' like Beckham
Think we got a problem, Sheek know I'm hot
Kiss and Styles should make me a member of the Lox
I take all the beats I remember how to box
If I ever get knocked out, I remember how to pop
Remember how to load everything inside my glock
Ask the niggas in the hood cause they remember who I shot
Think we got a problem, I snitched on myself
And I hate rats so I dugg a ditch for myself what
[Chorus]
[Bun B:]
Well it's the king of the trill Bun B'der you know the name
And the streets is like the NBA, I love this game
Keep a bottle of Henessey, a blunt and that purp
With my hand up on my heater, and my killaz on churp
You see me one deep in the spot, think I'm slippin', try ya luck
Cause I got sixteen homeys with me, that stay ready to buck
You can duck dodge or dive, but it won't do diddly skwat
But leave ya with a leaky liver and both ya kidneys shot
But you may not pimpin' I ain't fin to ask for it
My money, my hood or my respect, I'm a blast for it
You can't push fast forward, rewind or pause
I'm a beat you till you shittin ya draws, so call the laws cause
Just a kid on his own just tryna get by
Cause his parents not home, cause they out getting high
So he goes to the store tryna steal something fly
But he gets bored, now he's on the juvenile ride
And he's placed in a home, and he talks on the phone
In a whole 'nother world cause he thinks that he's grown
So he comes off the waste and shanks up a face
But little does he know that's a whole 'nother case
That's a soldier, been in every kind of jail
Even taught himself to read, nigga sharp as a nail
He don't smile that much, he don't like to be touched
I mean, a nigga hard, see him out in the yard
Doing fifty a clip, something crazy on the waste
They heater real reason they glued all the plates
Nigga got no fear, every nigga on the tier
From the warden to the guard show him love I swear
He done put in his work, he been working the floor
In the library every day learning the law
So he goes to the board and they let him come home
But gave him parole even though that he's grown
[Chorus:]
Stay with the hammer, the twenty-two long (that's a soldier)
Going to war even though that he's wrong (that's a soldier)
Don't give a fuck what side you on (that's a soldier)
You ain't his fam 'less you there when he's born (that's a soldier)
And he don't care what time it is (that's a soldier)
He getting up quick to handle his biz (that's a soldier)
Millionaire nigga that's moving that raw (that's a soldier)
And you ain't even know he lived next door (that's a soldier)
Now the streets ain't the same, it's a whole 'nother game
It's a lotta new names and a lotta new chains
Lil' niggas on the block with pela-pelas
Diamonds in their mouth, sitting on chrome, talking on cellies
Big funny-shaped Benzos, big Lorenzos
Homie getting tired of just rocking his Timbos
Bitches running around with fat asses
Only giving pussy to these niggas with nice-ass glasses
Damn should change, how this pussy nigga get him a Range?
These lil' niggas now working with change
He like 'Fuck that, something gotta give where I live'
These niggas gon' break bread or niggas is dead
That's a soldier
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, now he already violated cause his urine is dirty
And he already got a hammer, he just watching a birdy
These lil' niggas don't know the homie seven-thirty
And they don't really don't care, they shoot just as fast
Niggas coming round the block, they better not be ass
Duke a soldier, he tried to tell homie who he was
What he does, laughing, lighting a blunt
These lil' niggas like 'Yeah? Now what you want? '
Showed his gun handle, point the O.G. to candles
Tell 'em that could be him, now beat your Timbs
Homie clapped at 'em, point the MAC at 'em
It's getting crazy now, but fuck it, it's a soldier in town
[Sheek Louch:]
Yeah, no Yankee hat, no New York tat
No New York not on my back
Bitch I'm bigger than that
Who am I, to walk around like the kinga
Until I don't sell much
Jimmy I Leo gimme the finga
It's survival motherfucker
It get dark and cold
You'd be scared to put that hoodie on and walk that road
I drop a lot of jewels
Because that's not my style
I just rip a niggas mouth
Make it hard to smile
But if I did, id told young to stay on his toes
Don't sign nothing read that shit and watch
Don't shoot unless you built for the years you bout to get
Motherfuckers will disappear
Matter fact they won't disappear
They gonna stand right there
Like there hand wasn't out from the jump
That kind of shit make me grab the bitch
But I stop and chill
Cause no body gonna be there when it's real
[Chorus:]
It survival in the city
With my back against the wall
See the streets don't have much pity
No one is there to catch you when you fall
[Jadakiss:]
Uh yeah uh yeah uh uh
Some is about money
Some is about riff'n
Depend'n on how you live
See if u can survive different
For the most part all you should do is try to make it
Reality hurt nigga so they try to escape it
Me I just take it and mold it until I shape it
Because before long the wrong things become sacred
Not one to be the one that they clown on
Have your back against the wall
With the chich chich drawn
All because the sucka nigga had a fake frown on
Think about it on every visit u come down on
And it's all from the thirst and
Then it gets worse
Thens there
Life can teach you much more than any person
On that note if you alive get busy
Or you ain't gonna be able to survive in the city
What?
(but there's no where else inside)
...big money fast cars this whole rats
This female reality... putting their body on me
Hey yo yo don't even...
... doors... 80s loking... talking
Smell like cookin, smell like...
That boy... ain't got diploma
Back in thought that I was...
Now first class flyin to california...
Shower than I'm off to the club... walkin... spinnin'
... you can tell who's winnin
... haters... guess my lill shooter... just pretendin'
We're done done,... guns machine guns even the...
Pretty... looking... money call the jewels
... you ain't try to get it what the f*ck you want for.
Rise and shine... birdy birdies
I still... dirties... in the head based on a play just me and my...
... I was... show stop coming up I was... stupid up...
Stuckin over the face... I put it down on the...
Wheni get... but I still go...
Chorus:
We're done done,... guns machine guns even the...
Pretty... looking... money call the jewels
... you ain't try to get it what the f*ck you want for.
... with a couple of gigs
... like I'm doing... in the mornin
New day... top down...
Chorus:
We're done done,... guns machine guns even the...
Pretty... looking... money call the jewels
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Take the trace and tell her baby you can move behind ya
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna, hit them up
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Hey yo, they're wanting us to shoot all
Take the bud off, do spoofs that club...
Hops the whole long go instead I pull a dog on
Red carpet nigger lifts the block on
The concrete sheet for the street
Yeah I know him the mighty mighty he block man
She hot, he be 16's she come with the fan
Any the nigger trying to get me should come with a plan
Cause I... and I ain't taking a stand, wharrup?
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Take the trace and tell her baby you can move behind ya
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
I don't give a fuck what, main name wisher from the d block clicking
... be a hustler, I'm a double everything
Any eye given that's words to my ears and my...
You're afraid to God if slave it ya,
... used to have hopes and dreams, now it's... with triple beans with machine gun teams
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Real, real G's move the silence like lasagna
Take the trace and tell her baby you can move behind ya
Real, real
Real, real
Gorilla, yeah, gorilla, yeah
You know who dump
... under the palm trees,
... underground to monkey let them in this game like pimp and...
... niggers... you're like f*cked up like...
I'm like... in a...
You wanna see me a rap... I call
I'm like... piece, I've been working down,
... when I used to do this...
... cracking to 80s... beat a man with the ladies,
[Chorus:]
All I got is my word and my balls
And ain't break them for nobody!
I've always shot guns straight... started,
I got a shot gun,
Check!
I got a vest on my chest!
Check!
I got a million in the bank,
Check!
And now I'm ready for war, for war!
When I talk around the hood they say shit, not crap,
Fast cars like they come with parachutes in the back.
Fifty piece...
When I go back to... the best story I ever told.
... I hide you in the bushes...
My status will still, but the hood still remains,
Money got bigger, my boss is cocaine.
Pulling... try to stay up in my lane,
I just got off the plane...
If ain't in the hood it means I'm... beyond...
I'll still be in the front... in front of my store.
... tell them... be black to the death, yeah!
... murder, murder, murder,
And all the other shit you've never heard of!
[Chorus:]
All I got is my word and my balls
And ain't break them for nobody!
I've always shot guns straight... started,
I got a shot gun,
Check!
I got a vest on my chest!
Check!
I got a million in the bank,
Check!
And now I'm ready for war, for war!
... fortune, guns and murder,
Cocaine use, my environment,
I rode with niggers that smell loose.
... but these bitches prefer...
... to the block to the old... called truce,
Raising my mouth like a giant with the blade,
Raising my head like a knife with a...
A lot of green on us like...
Down, down about to blow up a grenade.
A couple millimeters and they'll be taxed.
You could tell the way I act, a nigger with the...
The way I thought that money... she won't give me sex.
[Chorus:]
All I got is my word and my balls
And ain't break them for nobody!
I've always shot guns straight... started,
I got a shot gun,
Check!
I got a vest on my chest!
Check!
I got a million in the bank,
Check!
And now I'm ready for war, for war!
Hey oh, tough... listen to the way the niggers rap,
They don't know from the ass to the elbow
Now I'm next to... sell it like radio,
I'm now to put your brains on the floor,..
Orange mustang, green interior, looking like fall
A whole bunch of shooters, gone on my laptop,
[Chorus:]
All I got is my word and my balls
And ain't break them for nobody!
I've always shot guns straight... started,
I got a shot gun,
Check!
I got a vest on my chest!
Check!
I got a million in the bank,
Check!
Donnie dot g dot dot dot sour b, sweep it over here, where you're from, where you stay?
New Yorker from the A, it don't matter, send me bitches for the foreplay
Baby girl sending freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
Talking about what she gonna do to me when I get home, I get home, I get home
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I... in the air
Take the photo click click...
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Baby girl sending freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
She had enough for me, she just left my coke for me
First she cut me off, now she's talking about loving me
Bitches on my cellphone she won't need to rush no
Just got my dutch lee, tonight I'm on a party
Patrol got me filling nice, look at all this damn ice
Look at all this girls in pair, chill, I'll be right there
Hold up, hold up, yeah, t-shirts and the panties all telling me to hurry up with
Cause the night is so...
Baby girl sending freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
Talking about what she gonna do to me when I get home, I get home, I get home
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I... in the air
Take the photo click click...
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Baby girl sending freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
Donnie got his money fried, she wants me to spin it nice
I hope that a cutie clean, cause Donnie got an appetite
Fifty triple black, pulling up like...
I don't need computers when I say got that...
Where you're from? L.A. New Yorker, Orlando
It don't matter, tonight it's gonna be bananas
Hold up, hold up, yeah, t-shirts and the panties all telling me to hurry up with
Cause the night is so...
Baby girl sending freaky pictures to my phone, to my phone, to my phone
Talking about what she gonna do to me when I get home, I get home, I get home, come here baby
I'm already ready by the time I get there, roll my body on her body, roll my hand in her hair
She bb in her pictures when I... in the air
Take the photo click click...
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
Get your phone foreplay, get your phone foreplay,
[Sheek - Intro]
Hey, come here baby
I know you aint tired
whaa, what that mean, ay pour a drink
we gon party you with me
Homie bring that in
[Jeremih - Chorus]
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house
and on the walls, got Gucci linen
my bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght
ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight
all night
[Sheek]
I pull up in that Maserati
come inside baby its the after party
what you like, Ciroc? Or the dark Bacardi?
I got a couple dutch's rolled up
I don't see the hold up, like that, everybody growed up, we grown
my little chocolate thing, my butter pecan momma
my white girl is hot too and she like Obama
my little asian chick and my Jamaican girl,
wind on me, wind on me
damn cause she love the...ha
my left hand is froze, high got me spillin' Rose
on her thousand dollar redbottom open toes
I be in the hood, but tonight I'm not
I got the party jumping off in my own spot
[Jeremih - Chorus]
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house
and on the walls, got Gucci linen
my bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght
ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight
all night
[Sheek - Verse 2]
You're now listening to this lyrical Christening
haters wan' be dissin' him casue their baby momma on me
I make the women horny, just the way that I am
D-Block, the way I look up in that black Lam'
chain watch bezel iced out, God Damn!
real, in the hood that's my fam
I do Patron shots, she like red wine
she looking at me like she ready for her bedtime
they call me Don Don, flow so ridiculous
I like 'em fat too, come here, are you ticklish?
eat my like a liquorice, or better yet your favourite dish
you think I'm home by myself, hater remember this...
[Jeremih - Chorus]
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house
and on the walls, got Gucci linen
my bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght
ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight
all night
[Jeremih - Bridge]
Cause we don't stop til it's gone
stop til it's gone
so don't leave me, leave me
the ? burning my soul, ?
don't leave me, leave me
Oh-oh-okay, thinkin' 'bout you, blue lingerie
quarter past 2, shawty swing my way
so hit the phone, you can tell it's on
[Jeremih - Chorus]
I got five sexy women plus some five star love in my house
and on the walls, got Gucci linen
my bartender keep the bottles poppin' all night, ni-ii-ght
ni-ii-ght, ni-iiii-ght, niiiiight
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Jonnie, yeah, I finally got my benjamins money back
Shades on, sitting in my coupe is jet black
Shorty I ask that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots
My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots
(I love you, ma)
... these canaries and black rocks,
Drop tops flying on the alley way
Him on my ride side, black and white chain on
Africa... never giving nothing, always have to go and get it, go get it
Bandana on my face, Yankee fit it
So now you understand where I'm coming from
That's why I get back, you have to respect this, respect that
I'm down on my knees praying I tell him that
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Yeah, I'm a ghetto boy,.. like bush with the scar face
Speeding, you would think I'm in a car chase
... 40 out the crack window, this is no game DS Nintendo
I'm from the building where we live... car washes
I'm the topic throw your apples in your Macintosh
Where you get your feet wet at, no galoshes
They say she gonna fire, her prognosis
Am I wrong for wanting more money more choose?
Am I wrong for wanting less stress less fools?
Down on my knees, I know I ain't angel, but I'm... so let me in please
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto
Yeah, and now I throw that money at them girls in the pole
I'm nice now so they say that I'll be bribing with soul
But you don't know about the roaches crawling out of the bowl
No lunch meat just butter put on a roll
Yeah, police wanna follow in force
They say I'm going fast cause they hear their exhaust
Yeah, down on my knees, safety on my glock
I'm asking God to forgive me please
[Chorus:]
I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar
I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto
Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder
Roc drop that baby
Rocwilder on the track ladies and gentlemen
No doubt
Aiyyo Carl Thomas, help me out dog...
{*Carl harmonizes*}
I mean, this is for the grown and sexy right?
(For the grown and sexy)
That's what they say
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, let's walk baby, and talk baby
You know where I'm from (New York baby)
You look good enough to put you on a fork baby
You got them other chicks outlined in chalk baby
Uhh - you killin 'em
Wit'cha Chanel shades and ya 'Licia Keys brais, I'm feelin 'em
(Okay) Blow with me, flow with me
I wan' take you to a show with me
I wan' cool out in the crib with a lil' sticky
I wan' see how you look in a lil' Vicky
Ha ha, you sexy baby, stomach tight
Ass right, nice heighth
Damn baby bless yo' momma
Any girl scratch yo' face it will be drama
Comma, I'm just jokin
But your body kinda got me open - damn!
[Chorus: Carl Thomas]
Girl your spiritual, and your physical
Got my boldened soul, so emotional
I was thinkin - one house, two cars, one name
Glad I'm not a lame, and this is not a game
So why not do it now, and why not show you how
Baby I was thinkin - one house, two cars, one name
[Sheek Louch]
Sheek Def Poetry, incent burnin
Hat low, GT, listenin to Floetry
Sendin notes, see if shorty wanna go with me
Check yes if she wanna be my girl
Then to the wife, welcome to the life
Big trips, Louis bags, welcome to the ice (bling)
Rock big enough to make Trump look twice
Nice - holla at your boy
We can fly to Cali to pick out your toy
But make sure it's big enough for a girl and boy
But no rush, we got time to crush
And get to know each other 'fore I bust
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, I wanna stretch you baby, sex you baby
I ain't that what sit around and text you baby
But I will pull over, jump out the Rover
Hug you like I miss you, kiss you all over
And I'm too grown not to keep this real
And I ain't hardcore enough to hide the way I feel
All you gotta do is hold on tight
Put your feet up, sit back, enjoy the night
I got you
[Chorus]
Is this different man, this yo? You could of have the Range Rover, the Mercedes and all that
When I come through, sitting that low candy thing dripping, you gotta see me baby
I love so... my old school,.. dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car smart than your new school
I didn't had everything on aboard everything from trucks to bikes to...
Leaning in front and looking good until I've seen these old heads
67 73's candy painted... race tracks full of... to the back gotta get me one of these
Low low, no low, these women here want my photo
That make them haters mad
I keep the... sticky burning club is bad
You all know what color's that
All you know it's Donnie G Shorty with the maxed that
Check that, the valley parking, but that was when I spark it
VIP see me, I'm the hottest thing out on the market
Candy dripping, extra flipping, rose on patrol sipping low pro
I got the Mercedes but chill
I love so... my old school,.. dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car smart than your new school
... I hope it's in the Caddy
... no matter what it takes... old school
Man I'm walking... pipper, I can't make walk...
... we stitch it on the does, great car coy dripping
And... got the does of a butterfly
... truck is going boom, better make room for my elbow
I'm about to go to them whose...
I'm so... and I'm so relaxed
I'm blowing... plus I'm blowing stag
So hope you bet, don't try to fry
Get up by the way you're about to start, what?
I love so... my old school,.. dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car smart than your new school
This is for my homies in the ghetto
6777... old school
Donnie G, Donnie G, let's go
Back up in the hood again, love it though
That's where I got my flow and got my dope before I came professional
B.b yellow... I don't know what kind of games they play
I'm getting money popping nerves, flying down the highways
You never met a G like me, every low nigger wanna be like
Gucci... for free, women all around me like 1, 2, 3
Gotta wear a people's trampoline
Know these haters is after me, and hard to see the way I be
All you gotta do I search for me
I love so... my old school,.. dripping from my old school
I can touch the sky in my old school, yeah
My old school's car smart than your new school
This is for my homies in the ghetto
This is for my homies in the ghetto
Ok (
Ok) Ok ok ok
Y.O. where you at? (Oh!) Bronx where you at? (Oh!)
Harlem where you at? (Oh!) Brooklyn where you at?
Queens!)
Now what you know about me
I got this rap shit down to a tee
Grams to a half, half to a key
If these alone 'gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
Until I come through slow with the top off
You ain't real you just a knock off
Y'all ain't sick that's just a light light cough
Sheek heavy in the hood
Rims spin heavy in the hood dash heavy with wood
Niggaz try get me if they could
But they know the handle is wood and my aim is good
Sheek keeps it real, from the streets to the motherfuckin yards at jail
(Let's go)
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
Nah, I ain't thuggin I'm here to party
And I, I don't party I'm here to thug
I don't know taste this drink I think it's drugged
Then ummm, he keep talkin he will get plugged
Listen, tell shorty I got the hot tub
If she try and wash a little sweat off from the club
And, tell her friends they could come if they want
Cause my niggaz got a line full of whips in the front
And, I know you playmate of the month
And you model for Vicky C (Say what?!)
But ain't no runway here and you ain't there
So you might as well let us skeet, bitch, ha ha!
Ok, ok ok ok (Let me see who else in hear, let's go)
New York where you at? (Oh!) Cali where you at? (Oh!)
Miami where you at? (Oh!) Atlanta where you at? (Oh!)
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
It ain't nothin but a word to come out the trunk on these cats
With this that and a third
But Sheek tryin to chill
Get up on somethin go over there and ice your grill
Damn! All these chicks in here, all this ass for free
And you wanna stare at me?!
I don't know what you thinkin or what you drinkin
But you better go and get some ass before
I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
And, I don't know what you thinkin but a party ain't a party unless you drinkin
And, I don't know what's all the drama
But he keep on frontin better call his mama, and
Yeah! Cocoa Channelle whattup ma!
This it right here! ha ha! we got 'em! D-Block!
Let the wolfs out
He comes to... again
His skin is darker
Think I'm shopping the... again
Stash... opened up the rooms again
Party is over
But we ain't popping over... again
You see the 40 on my waist
They see my face
They'll be like
A... noise
When the nite starts to fall
I'm painting this vivid picture
In my private...
The bullets will come to get you
You see... night time to a sunny
Hey man don't be fucking with my money
They'll be like
When the nite starts to fall
And where we go from here
Is it safe
Is it... clear
Is it... ear
Is it the women in the trunks and the cars
And the jewels on the bodies... news
I ain't playing with these fools
They see me they'll be like
Show off
They see me they'll be like
As crazy
When the nite starts to fall
Stupid isn't stupid
He's going down
Understand how stupid he was
But it's ironic cause he got a stupid boss
... super false
... is your time
[Chorus:]
Microphone check, one two
Mic-microphone check, one two (is this thing on?)
Microphone check, one two
Mic-microphone check, one two
Microphone check, one two
Mic-microphone check, one two (is this thing on?)
Microphone check, one two
Mic-microphone check
Aiyyo Mr. Magic playing, big old boombox
Way before D-Block, a little before LOX
Krush Groove and Beat Street, spell my name out
Fat Boys, remember Disorderlies came out?
I remember Reverend Run was Tougher Than Leather
New laces and he wore the mob hats together
So who's the next Jam Master Jay? Is it Flex? Is it Felli Fel?
Is Hova the next Melle Mel?
Is LOX the new Cold Crush, Furious Four?
New hood mink plus one more
A dying breed, yes indeed
But right now we what Hip Hop needs, aiyyo engineer
[Chorus]
Aiyyo cars, fashion, jewelry dripping
What color you wearing, what drink you sipping?
It's a new generation of Hip Hop
Now it's more money involved, so it's Hip Hop
And they expect you to change or get dropped
And you can listen or be mad when your shit flop
I like it though, all that just keep me on
Nowadays they say Sheek got a slick ass tongue
And I ain't old or young, I fit right in between
Still a player but it's only right I made her my queen
You don't come for my Beem', I don't come for yours
Let's get money and do some tours, hey yo engineer
[Chorus]
I know well I could sell more with Usher on the hook
Instead I make something to do a juk, look
It's no good without bad
It wouldn't be history if Shan didn't get mad
Listen, niggas battle to say the least
It's life, we go to war, we make peace
And they said that rap was the Devil's play
But it was cool when them boys made 'Walk This Way'
Now look, you got Nelly with Garth Brook, Diddy with the Pussycats
Some rap dudes, different hats
And we ain't going nowhere
Mr. if you got ears, this is all you gon' here, hey yo engineer
[Sheek Louch]
50 you a rat, you a coward, you a snitch
You a bitch motherfucker now hear this [tch-tch BOOM]
All you talk about is money and sales
What you need to talk about is all them niggaz that you put in them jails
We don't dry snitch niggaz (nah) rappin and whisperin
Knowin that the rap police listenin
Homey know just what he doin, who career he swipe
That's aight, Ja got him, niggaz say goodnight (aight)
I'ma blast 'til I go on the run
Just mad at Game cause he ain't like them, he ain't your son (bitches)
50 this, 50 that; nigga 50 whack (50 whack)
Nigga laid you down, when you gon' get him back? (woo)
And when you gon' say somethin hot on the track? (never)
I guess the next time you get hit'll be your back
A fucked up nigga, let me get down wit'chu
I make sure niggaz don't hit you - ha ha
[Chorus]
Hey yo maybe if I siiiiing, I'll be rich (should I sing?)
And maybe if I rat on you, I'll be rich (or maybe I should rat on you)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be rich (I need to cross over I think)
I wanna beeee, I wanna be, just like that 50 bitch (how can I be like that nigga)
Maybe if I siiiiing, I'll be rich (should I sing son?)
And maybe if I rat on you, I'll be rich (who should I give up?)
Maybe if I crossover, I'll be rich (I need to cross over)
I wanna beeee, I wanna be, just like that 50 bitch
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo Banks you got a half-assed flow
But fuckin with homey, all you gon' get is half-assed dough
And where the fuck was you at wit'cha big-ass face
When I was writin "Benjamins" with 'Kiss, Diddy and Ma$e
I ain't heard of you homey, 'til you blew up quick
But back then I'm pretty sure that you was on my dick (LOX nigga)
I dropped L.O.X., chest to chest, back to back
On Clue when, "If You Think I'm Jiggy" was whack
I wore shiny suits, niggaz knew I didn't belong
But even back then I still never sang on a song
I've been white-tee'd out (yeah) white haze and hash
It's fucked up, 50 makin y'all wear that trash (yeah!)
What he do, put your clothes on the bed, put your sneakers on the floor
and tell you what hat to put on your head? (ha ha ha)
You lil' muh'fuckers to me daddy
And I don't give a fuck if the doors lift up in your Caddy
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
Go Young Buck (go Young Buck) that's my nigga (that's my nigga)
Even if 50 don't let you get bigger
I see you run around stage wit'cha shirt off; you need some food
You 'bout as big as "The Passion of Christ" dude
And I still got love for the dirty South
But I ain't gon' respect no nigga with my dick in his mouth
G-Unit gon' be gone once Dre bounce on you (G-G-G-G-G)
And it's fucked up cause Eminem tried to warn you
You ain't as big as these white dudes that cut your check
Think so? Wait and see who they go to next (D-Block)
You forgot about the hood scramps
Everybody ain't workin with bricks, some niggaz got gramps
No new guns, just them shits that jam
Fuck it though, I'ma ride wit'chu do the death
D-Block muh'fucker 'til there's no one left
G-G-G-G-G-G... the fuck outta here!
(Yo bring in the hook son, bring in the hook)
[Chorus: minus the (ad libs)]
Push, breath, push, breath,
Push, breath.
Paint the picture of a genius, 45 of my waist line,
In a stay sign,.. niggers play penalty,
Behind the... let it beat, will you find me,
I will smoke the circle,
... purple, too much,.. but I will give a fuck,
I will give a fuck pain, give in up the track,..
What block you from,
What block you from, what block you from.
Yeah, check the scenary... my image... go creazy,
As soon as I walk in the club,.. at the top
So fresh, so clean, that's why I'm so happy, rocky,
Body looking like I...
These my fuckers can't stop me.
[Chorus:]
Push,..
Make some noise, noise,
Go and get it, go and get it,
Money,.. pussy, cars (go and get it, go and get it).
Make some noise, go and get it,
Money,.. pussy, cars (go and get it, go and get it).
... blame as I wanna be, for, for sitting right in front of me,..
Looking at the window,..
A bunch of little bitches like... come in the house,
We didn't...
Feel me, I almost blow the engine,
Coming down... turn to corner... on two wheels
Show your love is all I'm doing,..
Ice in your,.. you're feeling my,..
Mi nigger fuck me
... in a chair... in the air... big flair,
... niggers that I shot in the...
[Chorus:]
Push,..
Make some noise, noise,
Go and get it, go and get it,
Money,.. pussy, cars (go and get it, go and get it).
Make some noise, go and get it,
Money,.. pussy, cars (go and get it, go and get it).
Slow,.. weather, hoody under the level,
The... without seas,
The birds with no feathers,.. together,..
Fuck the riders, the hoods,..
Couple of tricks... say hi,
The streets are talking, niggers die over worse,
They... over her,..
That's why I got a move like a witch... nigger,
We all know... run away girls,..
So all I can do it's keep a signal, 'cause it's going down and...
[Chorus:]
Push,..
Make some noise, noise,
Go and get it, go and get it,
Money,.. pussy, cars (go and get it, go and get it).
Make some noise, go and get it,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Aiyyo, this that shit that make niggaz wanna rep they clique
Grab their gun an' diss niggaz to their dick
Buck somethin', go somewhere an' fuck somethin'
Like that frontin' nigga bitch, make her suck somethin'
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out
Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on
Niggaz yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn
Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn
Hit y'all fagot ass niggaz that's scared to death
Talk shit, when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath
I make murder music, my shit bang in the city
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty
It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50
I don't know no other way but to rap gritty
Fuck that, baby, when I'm rich
Until then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this bitch? Let's go
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Whattup, nigga? You cut up, nigga
Shoot shit to lift the truck up, nigga
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf
Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof
Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe
Style on niggaz; beat somethin' down
We gon' pile on niggaz, wild on niggaz
La da da, da da da
That's a lullaby for you
Better ask your man, he ready to die for you?
We comin' through, tearin' the block up
We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up
Whattup? Yeah nigga, two mo' times
Whattup, whattup? Now we in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Aiyyo, I talk shit how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk
An' you can tell that nigga dere is from New York
An' I still got my South niggaz ready to squeeze
I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's
An' I don't need a loan, muh'fucker, I'm grown
Had a thirty eight before I had a phone
I stuck niggaz up before y'all lil' niggaz started to bone
This that Sheek Louch shit, y'all niggaz tryin' to clone
Let's be real, the average muh'fucker with a deal
Probably never had a fight, no guns, none of that
Niggaz know I'm right, I say goodnight to my son
Give my baby moms a lil' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy niggaz try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't 'Making The Band'
What y'all coward niggaz don't understand? Yeah
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
Ohh, shit, let's go
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Aiyyo, this that shit that make niggaz wanna rep they clique
Grab their gun an' diss niggaz to their dick
Buck somethin', go somewhere an' fuck somethin'
Like that frontin' nigga bitch, make her suck somethin'
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out
Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on
Niggaz yappin' 'til they muh'fuckin' face is torn
Tongue is gone, three-piece suits is worn
Hit y'all fagot ass niggaz that's scared to death
Talk shit, when I'm around, y'all hold y'all breath
I make murder music, my shit bang in the city
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty
It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50
I don't know no other way but to rap gritty
Fuck that, baby, when I'm rich
Until then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this bitch? Let's go
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Whattup, nigga? You cut up, nigga
Shoot shit to lift the truck up, nigga
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf
Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof
Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe
Style on niggaz; beat somethin' down
We gon' pile on niggaz, wild on niggaz
La da da, da da da
That's a lullaby for you
Better ask your man, he ready to die for you?
We comin' through, tearin' the block up
We ain't gettin' locked up, that mean we even shootin' the cops up
Whattup? Yeah nigga, two mo' times
Whattup, whattup? Now we in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
Aiyyo, I talk shit how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk
An' you can tell that nigga dere is from New York
An' I still got my South niggaz ready to squeeze
I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's
An' I don't need a loan, muh'fucker, I'm grown
Had a thirty eight before I had a phone
I stuck niggaz up before y'all lil' niggaz started to bone
This that Sheek Louch shit, y'all niggaz tryin' to clone
Let's be real, the average muh'fucker with a deal
Probably never had a fight, no guns, none of that
Niggaz know I'm right, I say goodnight to my son
Give my baby moms a lil' cake
An' my moms a lil' somethin' 'fore I go on the run
Before pussy niggaz try their hand
I'll kick in the door like, "Daddy's home"
An' I ain't 'Making The Band'
What y'all coward niggaz don't understand? Yeah
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
You can kiss your ass goodbye
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
La da da, da da da
What I've learned from this thug life I'm livin'
Is it's a cold, cold world and I know at times it gets to ya
You gotta keep pushin', gotta keep pushin'
Gotta keep pushin', gotta keep pushin'
Gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin'
And at any given moment
You can end up with your back on the wall
I know at times it gets to ya
Gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin'
You know gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin'
You know you gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep pushin'
Yeah, 'cause I push, I push and that money a drop
And them bottles a pop and I'm at the bar
With my big cigar, with my shades and hoody on
I'm a superstar
With my hands up high and I'm extra high
And she extra fly, tell ya friends goodbye
Yeah, west side doin' it can only fit two in it
The night is good so don't ruin it
We gonna make it or we gonna take it
Respect is everything so, please, don't break it
If you still in the hood and ya rent is due
I wrote this song for you
(For you)
I just party and is like B.I said
Old school keep a hundred stacks under the bed
With the time red six hundred call it a sled
Little yak little greenery to clear my head
But you gotta keep pushin', you gotta keep whippin'
The landlord callin', the baby sitter is flippin'
You ready to drop everythin', you think about skippin'
But you strong and you gonna make it all good
Back to the wall and you gonna keep it all hood
Put ya drinks up 5 cent cups
Ace of spades whatever I don't give
(A give a)
If ya rents due, I wrote this song for you
Uhh, pay day is here, even though there's nothing's left
The club's packed, everybody is fresh to def
New swag, I'm confident that you can bag her
Gas in the tank, can I buy you a drink?
The music all loud, she dancin' all wild
Donnie, hey yo, come out with the fun, challenge on that
... 50 with me too all black, looking like barac o'donnie
But these women grind on me like my name's Serany, it's Serany
... over my eyes, like I'm in disguise, you be looking like I'm moving the piles
Yeah,.. ten in the game I still remain the realest
All shooters with me, me and my gorillas what
I'm sick of that jungle brother
Hammers stay on me, word to the mother,.. jump that
Grab another oh Jack... sound when it touch
Ac on high, flying on a hutch,
Automatic... with the clutch
Flat screen monitor, everything is touch
... to park leader, lunch with the milk
... smooth as silk
Now I'm all grown, swag off sick
Shades on bit I can see these women on my dick
... break it down right there
They used to sleep on me now I'm the worst nightmare
Donnie... chilling in all my splendor
Money only thing on the agenda like Chris...
You don't stop, Donnie G, and I'm letting my... caught
I rock rock on and this real talk,.. block and we represent New York
Hey yo B.G., pass my drink my nigga
We gon' try this one more time
I'm back motherfuckers, get the mac muh'fuckers
Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'fuckers
I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it
And I ain't put no one but my motherfuckin clique on it (D-Block)
No R&B;, I ain't have no muh'fuckin chick on it
These other niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less
I don't give a fuck, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD bitch
What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial
I came to stomp shit out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase
Then take your Bass right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, niggaz sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real niggaz fuck with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, screamin out a nigga company
D-B, L-O-C-K
Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one here
I'ma let you bitches get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly
Fuck bein humble, and fuck the sophomore jinx
I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen niggaz turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle
You will now board, flight number 3-5-4
First class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The music niggaz pray to they God for
Y'all niggaz judge it yourself
But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4
Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war
Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka
Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold
Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight
The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right
The hammer light, titanium
I'll put 3 in ya cranium
Like pop, pop, pop
Cannot stop
Now bring it back
It used to be 500 k in the closet
Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit
Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik
Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it
On top of that stay consistent with your product
Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic
Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Boss dundotta
Dance with the devil
Never bought the bitch product
You ain't gettin' notta
Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta
Then a slug from my 4 pound
Like sum pretty pussy 1's
I'm a tear you all down
We can go to war now
L.O X muthafucka
Rich on a plane
Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka
Shoot from anywhere
Like niggas in the rukus
Gettin stronga, barral longa
Coup shorter, jar of dat water
Malinium flow
Kamora times 2, malinium hoe
Tattooed up diamond cross
Hip hops Randy Moss
Dump the whole clip and toss
Hottest group
Let the beef loup
And we barry you niggas
In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas
Big money, big car
And big cagars
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Comas, frunaral
Wheelchairs paraplegics
Reel life so you gotta believe it
If you did have a goal
Then you gotta acheive it
'Cause your body stays hear
But your soul gotta leave it
Square feet, hot wheels
200 bricks 1 shot deals
'Cause every body down will pop pills
It's hard to top that
Point blank the goddest got crack
We U P S body parts back
I don't get the newest Benz
I get the newest house, newest business
I learned that from my Jewish friend
I brake bread with the Arabs
But I'm African
So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv
I could hit u with a hook
Or a straight jab
Or I could cock it back
'N' shoot you in ya face, hag
And you know I'm from Y O nigga
I got every kind of charger
Even the Y O nigga
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Sheek Louch cummin' through wavin' the 4, 4
Night boots, black hudie, tell me who want war
Coke on the glass table, some rock vodka
Dutchie rolled, soaked 'n' quevlow gold
Ma swag is up, ma bars in tight
The house, the bitches, the jewelry, the cars is right
The hammer light, titanium
I'll put 3 in ya cranium
Like pop, pop, pop
Cannot stop
Now bring it back
It used to be 500 k in the closet
Now it's a couple M's every time I deposit
Tell the young boys it ain't really nothin', it's lojik
Stack whatever you get, don't spend, you got it
On top of that stay consistent with your product
Don't matter if it's just weed or if it's narcotic
Due time you'll be pullin' of the lot in something exotic
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Boss dundotta
Dance with the devil
Never bought the bitch product
You ain't gettin' notta
Pam won't light, I'm going light it hotta
Then a slug from my 4 pound
Like sum pretty pussy 1's
I'm a tear you all down
We can go to war now
L.O X muthafucka
Rich on a plane
Couple bucks 'n' ma trucka
Shoot from anywhere
Like niggas in the rukus
Gettin stronga, barral longa
Coup shorter, jar of dat water
Malinium flow
Kamora times 2, malinium hoe
Tattooed up diamond cross
Hip hops Randy Moss
Dump the whole clip and toss
Hottest group
Let the beef loup
And we barry you niggas
In yo pocket like kiss and jiggas
Big money, big car
And big cagars
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
Hip hop gettin' stronger
Chea, chea, chea, chea
Comas, frunaral
Wheelchairs paraplegics
Reel life so you gotta believe it
If you did have a goal
Then you gotta acheive it
'Cause your body stays hear
But your soul gotta leave it
Square feet, hot wheels
200 bricks 1 shot deals
'Cause every body down will pop pills
It's hard to top that
Point blank the goddest got crack
We U P S body parts back
I don't get the newest Benz
I get the newest house, newest business
I learned that from my Jewish friend
I brake bread with the Arabs
But I'm African
So I got doe chillen in the gray Calv
I could hit u with a hook
Or a straight jab
Or I could cock it back
'N' shoot you in ya face, hag
And you know I'm from Y O nigga
I got every kind of charger
Even the Y O nigga
L O X gettin' stronger
Dblock gettin' stronger
You know me as the mother fucker, love me
Yeah, I would be back like,..
I could see the game is getting ugly,
I heard that she's out of it,
I'm a make you proud of it,
She's here to separate the real from the counterfeit,
Look at how I got them up,
D.J. put my record back!
You know... because I'm not to use of that.
Spit with a steady flow,
Years I had steady dough,
Whether it came from rap or...
Place that, I could leave the space with your face at,
... just the pussy, mom,
I ain't trying to chase that.
Done being credible,
All yellers had a...
Fuck them...
[Chorus:]
Run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over here!
My niggers getting popping right here!
Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over there!
My niggers getting popping right here!
Let's go!
Back in the street again, beat again,
Niggers on my... again,
Pause bitches want me to beat again.
Nigger want clear to be our...
Niggers no longer...
Peace out before... peace out.
Now what?
Hit them here, now we've got his face...
Niggers think he's swaying, till we're licking and we taste blood,
Fuck the club up, we live to rug up!
Patrol...
... bitches around my car,
Cameras out, I'm so super star!
Keep it close to me,
Who you're supposed to be?
... mother fucker...
[Chorus:]
Run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over here!
My niggers getting popping right here!
Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over there!
My niggers getting popping right here!
Somebody put them shaker out,
See what they think about,
Hey crack, make a nigger go and get a paper... [?]
You know, hope you wanna flow when that hit blows,
My niggers at the crowd, innocent people,
... niggers with an attitude in...
That's right, money...
... had me feeling light headed,
Two things we don't do, money and bitches we don't sweat it!
I told you how to... to be back here,
It's your time to... songs from last year!
Now I'm back smoothing in your grandma's cashmere,
If this ain't my year...
[Chorus:]
Run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over here!
My niggers getting popping right here!
Mother fucker, you run shit, run quick!
Go get your gun, quick,
We're getting popping over here,
Ya ain't popping over there!
This song is for you, not for anyone else but you
It's your own special song, I wrote it for you
Just for you, only for you
I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-U-C-H B-E sick in the H-E-A-D
I worry when y'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift
The fuck, yo engineer do me a favor
Come in here for a minute, please
(Hey Sheek is everything ok in there?)
Nigga, who told you to stop the beat?
Yeah, don't be them
Don't be Jigga, don't be Nas, don't be Kim
Don't be them, don't be 'Pac, don't be BIG
Be yourself for real homie, you that kid
Don't be Sheek, don't be LOX
Don't be P, don't be Kiss, don't be Fox'
Don't be 50, don't be Weezy, don't be Slim
Be yourself for real homie, don't be them
Aiyyo, now I ain't gon' sit here and preach to y'all niggas
Like I'm all fucked up and I ain't seeing no figures
But if I had the choice to tell niggas who to be
I'm just keeping it thorough, shit it won't be me
All you see is the fake shit that's on TV
You don't be in the hood when niggas empty three
Court cases, no laces, orange dickies
Jewish lawyer helping you but he cost Gs
Drunk, tryna figure how the hell I'm getting home
Cause ain't nobody left in this, just me and my chrome
D-W-Y'd, I already been tried
So I know the jake watching to see if I abide
Yeah, don't be Swizz, don't be Tim'
Don't be N.O.R.E., don't be Cam, don't be Jim
Don't be them, don't be 'Pac, don't be BIG
Be yourself for real homie, you that kid
Don't be Wade, don't be Moss
Don't be Pun, don't be Crack, don't be Ross
Don't be them, don't be Common, don't be Em
Be yourself for real homie, don't be them
Aiyyo, now everybody got things that going on in their life
From their fake ass friends to their fake ass wife
Money problems, bills due
Niggas scared to turn on the news cause all you hear is who killed who
So you see us at the shows and think that we straight
Niggas tired, I don't remember the last time we ate
Just drinking, smoking, jumping on planes
Trying to be careful of what chick give me brains
There's AIDS out there, and blades out there
Niggas trying to cut you like fades out there
Everything pretty behind the scene
Until you find out your favorite rapper's a fiend
Yeah, don't be Luda', don't be Tip
Don't be 'Face, don't be Usher, don't be Flip
Don't be them, don't be 'Pac, don't BIG
Be yourself for real homie, you that kid
Don't be Sharpton, don't be Jesse
Don't be Kan', don't be Melo, don't be 'Bron
Don't be them, don't be Bush, please not him
But for real little homie, don't be them
Aiyyo, this ain't to down little rappers and crews
I'm just tryna tell niggas that we stressed out too
If you sick, we get sick nigga, flu is flu
You don't know, I don't know nigga, who is who?
Niggas think we just entertainers, and big complainers
You don't know how much shit a day bring us
I'm just saying, ain't no guarantees
Next single you drop just might freeze
You be hot for a minute then you cool on down
Look at rap for years, niggas been passing the crown
I'm just do you homie, don't be him
Don't be me either, fuck that, but don't be them
Yeah, don't be them
Don't be Jigga, don't be Nas, don't be Kim
Don't be them, don't be 'Pac, don't be BIG
Be yourself for real homie, you that kid
Don't be Sheek, don't be LOX
Don't be P, don't be Kiss, don't be Fox'
Don't be 50, don't be Weezy, don't be Slim
Be yourself for real homie, don't be them
Yeah, don't be Swizz, don't be Tim'
Don't be N.O.R.E., don't be Cam, don't be Jim
Don't be them, don't be 'Pac, don't be BIG
[Hook]
Guess who's coming to dinner.. mighty D-block
Guess who's coming to dinner.. mighty mighty D-Block
D-Block- oh-oh-oh-oh D- block
[Sheek Louch]
(louder, louder, yeh, Don Don)
Okay I lyrically ejaculate
I come on tracks go 'head and hate
go inside, run and hide
coz this gon boost the murder rate
Flying with the long behind me
Nickel plate, extra shiny
Got this woman on my tip like they name is Tiny
Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup
Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like what the fuck
Porsche turbo, yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew
Ayo Devine drop that daddy
[x2]
ooh weee, lets get it poppin daddy
uh, yea, lets get it poppin mommy
[Sheek Louch]
Ayo the moral of the story is
we all can't be gloriest
some of us still on our grind (our grind)
Thats why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross this line Devine
Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man is back
But niggaz still don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me postin on the block, see these bitches on my cock
Seein you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up
I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me
you can eat from my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the blue red dully
Half crip half blood nigga west side
But you can catch me in New York on stage on the block
or even visitin my niggaz in the cage (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, packin a .2, ok nigga
[Chorus: x2]
Me and my niggaz on our New York shit
Me and my niggaz on our West Coast shit
Me and my niggaz on our down South shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay area
[J Hood]
Lets go, uh
When niggaz see me in the street they be like there go double O again
He got the .357 set and he 'bout to let it go again
Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again
Your mans in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him
Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll niggaz bang
Hit a nigga in his head make 'em come about this chain
Homey I'm the best at this shit
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this shit
That niggaz perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks
We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick
And you can show if it ain't no purp-b
Our buns be color of pookey lips when they gave 'em that turkey
Been a long time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is blue
Caught away seats in the gray CL
Wit so many weight in the trunk
If you don't chop it the brick scale, nigga!
[Chorus: x2]
[Sheek Louch]
Ayo me and my young boy
Remind me of my self in early days sort of like a young hoy
Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St. Croix
Blue water two bitches and peep a toy
But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler
And the cooler got no bait for lunch meat
You done fuck see the morgue
You ain't fuckin wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your fawg
[J Hood]
Ayo I'm 'bout coastal G
But I'm 'bout to east coast back where it 'pose to be
D-Block got the streets in a zip lock
And we bustin off 'em hammers
Like we don't give a fuck 'bout hip-hop
So who wanna get popped, just give me the word
It won't be occasion when I hit his ass wit this bird
Leave his ass on the curve
So you can put that yach on 'em
I'mma make this drug related and leave some crack on 'em
Nigga what what what
Twin yall niggaz ready
yeah yeah yeah
She here to put the clack clack in this
Crack pack in this
Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus
Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it
So be it take let your boyfriend see it
US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet
Jake did it gon take em up to I D it
Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelry
Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery
Put a hole in a big ass social security
Been this way be for I even reached maturity
Nigga they all book me quicker
Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
Alive but you can still pull out liquor
Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow
yeah
D-Block (where my niggaz at)
D-Block (where my bitches at)
D-Block (where them gangstas at)
D-Block (where the shankstas at)
J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle
Who the fuck want to beef
Louch pass me the pistol
I'm about to let him ring like a phone
He used to have a good head on his shoulders
But now the shit gone
D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks
It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks
Like pimples motherfucker I'm all in your face
You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced
What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types
Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes
You know those new 7-60's yeah I got 2
One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue
When I'm riding on the track like a surf board
I'm on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word for
Walk with me motherfucker we taking over the streets
Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street
Seek a fucking crook
Stake your house out know what your momma cook
Fuck her with a broom
Fuck the movie when I'm there its a panic room
Niggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my mother
I'm too fucking gutter clip on top of each other
2 twelve gages take you threw the stages
Bullets running low but yours been there for ages
Cob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a fucking bob sled niggaz
I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to shout
Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out
You'll get pretzeled up twist in half
Long shit with the black spots like a giraffe
Clear my path when the guy walking
How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffin
Oh man, get ready for this one
Donnie, you already what this is, shake loose...
[Chorus:]
Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure...
I'm a take her home,..
We going two steps left and right
And nobody rocking like this tonight
I heard,.. run around the corner
... run around the corner,.. run around the corner
Run around the corner, run around the corner
I told her, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them
Don don, hey yo I'm going in sir
Yeh, ok, this club's packed, way too crazy
My icestorm weights too weavy
White t-shirt livas navy, got the line around the corner
Jacking in the car cause inside it's sauna
Yop, look at shorty with the bubble
... hammer case outside the struggle
I don't want beef without pulling in the double
Yop, see the Louie hard tops
... in my mouth,..
... the air, you smell it for two blocks
Tats on my body a little more to...
[Chorus:]
Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure...
I'm a take her home,..
We going two steps left and right
And nobody rocking like this tonight
I heard,.. run around the corner
... run around the corner,.. run around the corner
Run around the corner, run around the corner
I told her, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them, cocaine, get them
It's too easy, come here baby, ha ha
Got the line around the corner, shades on my eyes
Yankee hot low like I'm wearing a disguise
... and I'm moving all the paws
Baby keep coming, I don't care many tries
When I'm in the club patrol...
I'm trying to be like Diddy, put some women in the...
Maniqiure done, pediqiure did,.. like sharade leave with the kids
Yeah, think she loving the don don,
Skin tight, I don't think it's room for third...
Got the portion,.. grab the rose, I already have a gun
[Chorus:]
Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure...
I'm a take her home,..
We going two steps left and right
And nobody rocking like this tonight
I heard,.. run around the corner
... run around the corner,.. run around the corner
Run around the corner, run around the corner
Yeah, hey yo, got the bottles on ice, donnie's on chill
All these little haters niggers staring at my grill
But I don't sweat back cause you know I keep the spill
And all these women around me cause they love the way I peel
Now, when you're too... you can't smoke in the club when you're too sad
Got me standing on the couch bottles in the air, the coke in the... almost spilling in the chair
[Chorus:]
Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure...
I'm a take her home,..
We going two steps left and right
And nobody rocking like this tonight
I heard,.. run around the corner
... run around the corner,.. run around the corner
Run around the corner, run around the corner
Hit me nigga
Okay
Ayo were my beer at son?
Fuck it son, let's go in
[Verse: Sheek Louch]
Ayo clickity clank, that piggy bank shit is garbage
I thought it'll be harder than that
I thought G-Unit niggaz work harder than that
I mean most of the shit that I'm hearing is wack
Young Buck I ain't gon' lie, I like the dude
But its war and anyday I'll eat ya food
Lloyd Banks took Fab whole style
Like you ain't know
All you missing is his chipped tooth smile
And homie I ain't never gon respond to you
I dont care what you say or what the fuck you do
You don't deserve no raps
Take your old ass home and take a nap
You garbage nigga (ha ha)
Yall not scary
Thought the hardest come from Yonkers
I know yall wasnt talking bout Mary
You diesel fag stay in the car
And go G-G-G-G, all day in ya sports bra
I'm in the hood dick
Member the place you used to come to, when ya shit didnt break
Before Emimen ever heard the shit you kick
When you can walk around without none of your click
I don't care about your money dog
No hatin' either
We can do this all day and I dont need a breather
I want yall to shut us down
How that sound
My name too strong you clown
Guaranteed this the can of worms
You might wanna put the top back on
Before your ass get germs
Back then niggas wanted us to air yall out
I said 'Nah I kinda like what them niggas about'
Before I knew about the rattin'
Before you locked up half of Manhattan
Irv and his boys
Before you ran around in them bulletproof toys
I thought you was a problem child
I see niggaz turn bitch when the shit get wild
Ayo 10 mil nigga or 20 mil sold
You bout to lose to niggas thats gold
I'll explode on homey
I like being out but I'll unload on homey
Lets keep this peace dog
Cause you and me both got them big old heats dog
[Outro]
Fuck outta here nigga
Ya shit garbage B
You don't sound Southern motherfucker
That fake ass laugh and shit
You do that laugh so niggaz don't see you cryin'
D-Block bitch
You fucked up now, you know yo done fucked up now
Sheek Louch whatcha gonna say bitch WOO! .... it's nuttin
Ayo Game what up my nigga, you know what it is already
Henchman what up daddy
Whatever, whatever we right here man
You ready, you ready? Let's go, let's go
[Chorus:]
I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
I can hear, let them hear, sing a song...
Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill,
Yeah, took a long time, wasn't over night
Always had to fight, money wasn't looking right
Me and my mama grinding, every day's a struggle, more bills than juggle
Outside is trouble, no... the... just getting bigger
But I ain't mad at you paps, you're still my nigger
Had my low jobs, sold my low cracks, but I really want my boys heard or wax
Had flash backs, homies getting killed, blood getting spilled
Jails getting billed, shit's twisted, real statistic
Being a rapper, this wasn't realistic
Drug dealer was, triple bean, cocaine, you ain't gotta spit it sixteen
Had big plans for my whole team, we gonna pop off no matter how hard it seems
[Chorus:]
I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
I can hear, let them hear, sing a song...
Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill,
Ladies, sing the song
Yeah, now I'm rolling in the S class
Big houses, signs, no trespassing
Free at last, Martin Luther King, yeah, vip, Louie 13
Spending money on that rose gold, big diamonds, club in the... hole
Money can't fold, gotta lay it out, two chicks, which one got a weight it out?
Got ammo on me, in case we gotta spray it out
Know what I'm about, too many damn chairs, too much hustling for papers all these damn years
Now I got it, I'm a keep it, yeah
[Chorus:]
I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
I can hear, let them hear, sing a song...
Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, yeah
Yeah, I ain't forget where I'm from, I breathe hip hop down to my last lung
For the Dj's that play my records, yo
For my fans that show me love at my show, yeah
For my homies that stuck with me
People on the radio stations who fuck with me
Who can't be real, and they act dumb
Thank you, tell them where I'm from
[Chorus:]
I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no
I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill,
I can hear, let them hear, sing a song...
Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill,
It's not what I hear, too many tears
[sighing] Yo let me get a cigarette son
Yeah, fuck it, {?} it's not that serious
Hey yo
[Chorus]
She said she all fed up
And she talk about she lea-vin (aiyyo calm down)
Said she won't, be back
'Til we get e-ven (what'chu mean get even)
Said she gon' take, my kids
To her momma's for the wee-kend (yeah aight)
I know she try to be there for me
It's fucked up I got caught cheat-in
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, I ain't gon' lie, I got weeded all drunk and I cheated
After the club, shorty gave me what I needed (yeah)
That freaky side in the back of a ride
In the back of the park, where we used to hide (oh)
First it was a fling cause I kept her in the wing
She knew I had a wife cause I kept her on my ring
But she ain't even care, she just wanted to be down
And come around the lab when I lay a song down (right on mami)
And even when I seen her with my lady
She'll walk by, I'll walk by, no actin shady
No prank calls, no baby momma brawls (none of that)
Real grown lady like, up in the malls
This whole thing is like way too good
You almost never catch a shorty like that up in the hood (uh-uh)
So I kept it on the hush (yeah) brought me a bat line
And called shorty up when it was time to crush
[Chorus: w/ slightly different ad libs]
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo - couple of Louis bags, the kind that J-Lo has
Could be just lookin at the picture, she don't gotta ask
(You want that right there?)
I like to spend the cash, she like to throw that ass (turn around ma)
I remember when she first flew first class (calm down)
I let her push the whip in, until she started flippin
Axin me am I messin with some other chicken
I'm like "WHOA, baby NO NO NO"
This ain't gon' start (uh-uh) and please be smart
You know I got a girl, what'chu care what I do
She like "Fuck you Sheek, whatever, we through" (whatever)
Next day she drivin by, smilin and wavin hi
Right in front of my house, what this bitch wanna die?
[Chorus: w/ slightly different ad libs]
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, yo, I never thought it would go down like this
This bitch got my baby momma suspicious
My door ringin while she doin the dishes
A dozen roses with a note sayin "kiss"
Wait 'til I see this witch
She got me on the couch like a muh'fuckin slouch, I'ma kill this bitch
I'm on AllNightParties dot com
Son lookin at like that's not mom!
[Chorus: w/ slightly different ad libs]
[Sheek Louch]
I never thought it would go down like this
Oh, oh, we gon' do it like, oh, oh, we gon' do it like, oh, oh
We gon' do it like, oh, oh, we gon' do it like
Sheek usually white tee thugging, blue steel hugging
See me with a chick, most likely be fucking
Neighbors too nosy, chain all rosy
Fresh white airs, one squirt of dolce
Coupe all kitted, wrist all glitted
You would think I'm hot in how low I wear my fitted
Dutch already twisted, 'gnac all poured
'Bout to hit the hood and find me a nasty broad
I like 'em with some weight, at least around eight
They don't gotta be a 10 long as they can bring a friend
Come on, pile in, let your hair out
Reach into that little mini-bar and pull a beer out
Loose, there's cranberry if you need it for the gray goose
By now I got my pants around my ankles
Ooh, come here mama, let me thug you out
Let me whisper something to you that'll bug you out
45 minutes to Broadway
I can be downtown, I'm only 5 minutes from the boogie down
45 minutes to Broadway
We can come back up to Y.O. where I blow your back up
45 minutes to Broadway
We can get drunk ma, and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you mind if I take a picture of you and send it up north?
My homey in his cell and all he got is black tail
He need a polaroid so he can let 'em know it's real
And you ain't gotta stay indoors
I got a house key for doing the choors
Chef in the mornin, mines scrambled baby, how you want yours?
I take 'em to the hood, send 'em to the store
Introduce 'em to my homies, Sheek so raw
It's all fair game, I come back with four more
Don't be scared ma you heard a lot about D-block, right?
Well, you here ma, let's go
45 minutes to Broadway
I can be downtown, I'm only 5 minutes from the boogie down
45 minutes to Broadway
We can come back up to Y.O. where I blow your back up
45 minutes to Broadway
We can get drunk ma, and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
I don't wanna talk about it
You keep telling me your house is crowded
What you wanna move in? I doubt it
I'll let you sleep over, use the robe and go get you an outfit
I like my freedom baby, I already got a baby
I lay my game down flat soon as I meet a lady
We can do it up, I don't care if you married
Divorced with kids, I don't give a fuck
45 minutes to Broadway
I can be downtown, I'm only 5 minutes from the boogie down
45 minutes to Broadway
We can come back up to Y.O. where I blow your back up
45 minutes to Broadway
We can get drunk ma, and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
45 minutes to Broadway
I can be downtown, I'm only 5 minutes from the boogie down
45 minutes to Broadway
We can come back up to Y.O. where I blow your back up
45 minutes to Broadway
We can get drunk ma, and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
Oh, oh, we gon' do it like
Aiyyo Spider, this what it's missing huh?
Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the hard-top
Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the Mercedes
Piff lit, yelling out some shit to the ladies
Chrome three-eighty, too small to go on my hip
So I just keep it right next to my grip
I'm a B-Boy standing in my B-Boy stance
But I don't breakdance ever since 'One More Chance'
I'm a fly muh'fucker, I do it (BIG) like that Bed'-Stuy' muh'fucker
Coupe at the Rucker
M.O.P. blasting, yeah 'Blucka Blucka'
I don't throw it back, I'm just cool like that
White tee, white terrycloth, Fila hat
You know the goons is here
You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early this year
Old Caprices totally gutted
Copped it from an old man, when I got it it was totally flooded
Now this one chick seen it and totally nutted
"Sh-Sh-Sh-Sheek... " that's what she stuttered, haha
I'm an H-double O-D-L-U-M
In the streets but still fly high like Jim
I do ten or, and a year and a day like Kim
Either way your chances of beating me are slim
I'm not him, please take precaution
Your boy Sheek pull that baby out like an abortion, let's go
[Chorus: x2]
Let's go
Two turntables and a mic, let's go
It ain't over till someone fight, let's go
Police come and ruin our night, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Go hoodlums, go thugs
Police thank everyone but men got drugs
Couple of revolvers, clips and some slugs
Sheek watch the news, I know if I'm going for a cruise
The stashbox got a fresh fuse
Apache on him, break beating, bringing it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back
Bringing it back, bringing it back, apache on him
Now it's CDs, no vinyl
Sheek go back like the Jeffersons' first (Lionel)
They ask me to spit, I said sure
I had to think what the game missing now, straight up raw
I ain't no backpacker, I'm a clown smacker
A [?] weed-smoking nutcracker
I'm in the hood with bottles
With two hoodrats that could be models, if they lose some weight
But I'm good, a fat ass to me is straight
Old Levi's, five-oh-one, wash 'em one time, they done
Eff it, I got more in the trunk
Next to the Stan Smiths, next to the pump
You hear that bump when it's come on, the crowd jump
Drinks get spilled, the crowd get crunk
I'm back on it, I got straight hood music
Either way you put it, it's all good music, let's go
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