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
[Styles P:]
Hahaha, OWWWWWW!
We just keep smokin and smokin and smokin
Hehehe, I enjoy myself!
I eventually expect to fall out one of these days
But fuck it... whattup?
M-I-double-L-I-O-N's
Got cash, can't trust some of my old friends
Niggaz ain't walk this path of my old Timbs
Let me find out it's my lawn that there's potholes in
Cause P ain't Posdonus, smoke blunts like a rasta
Hold uzis in a mobster suit
The Bugati got ostrich seats, my gosh I'm loose
Pick up 50 G's a morning with my orange juice
Now, you don't know me and you don't want to
Cause - six in the mornin, I'm comin to hunt you
Give it a little time, I have the country sewed
Cause I did more dirt than a country road
Frankly I don't give a damn like, Humphrey Bog'
20 bricks, 50 pounds that's my monthly load
Nigga watch the pump explode, you can jump if you want
But I'ma dump 'til I ran the globe (c'mon)
[Chorus: T. Waters]
Who's that makin that God damn noise?
That's S.P., Waters and them D-Block boys
Don't worry 'bout a scrap daddy, we pop toys
So don't go fuckin with them D-Block boys
Now now now who that makin that God damn noise?
That's S.P., Waters and them D-Block boys
Don't worry 'bout a scrap daddy, we pop toys
So don't go fuckin with them D-Block boys
[T. Waters:]
Street dreams consist of triple beams
A vest'll connect with the best for red seams
A M-16 for fiends with heavy habits
Why wait on him when Waters already have it?
Spread to the West, started with petty traffic
Get a gassy nigga ass and dead him with some matches
Now he ashes, no need for a casket
Fuckin bastard, I'm the greatest, young Cassius
Squeeze first or get hit 'til your knees hurt
And do top {?} free work on your t-shirt
Usually with bitches I start with the beat first
But I'ma show these niggaz that beef hurt
Now now now, I stay true to my tattoos
One life to live, forgive me T. Waters a fool
I used to sell weed, half quarters at school
Put some bread on his head, I'll slaughter the dudes, ya heard?
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
You don't wanna be in the coma
Fuckin with this Ruff Ryder artist, D-Block owner
Any liquor I drink I chase with Coronas
Rap so hard niggaz tryin to clone us
Needed a Ghost Rider you just shoulda phoned us
You really ain't gangster cause you been woulda showed us
Whattup homey, whattup cuz
I keep a orange boxcutter and I don't cut up rugs
Mad beef jumpin off is what a whattup does
If I felt like the vibe was wrong, that's my word
12 gauge mausberg, your side is gone
Now some of y'all is joinin, some of y'all retirin
You need a hit man, I'm the one for hirin (call me)
I keep the dutch and the gun, still firin
Watch out for niggaz, cause feds got 'em wired in
First second third and fourth, I hear si-rens
[Chorus]
"What's goin onnnn?" "It's hot today man!"
[Sheek Louch:]
Woo! Aiyyo Hood let's talk to these bitches (BE-OTCH!)
Aiyyo - don't fuck the night up nigga, light up nigga
Kinda tired but my dick gettin right up nigga
Aiyyo shorty whattup ma, you fuckin or what?
Whattup with your crew, they look good - they suckin or what?
Bitch c'mere (c'mere ma) I ain't tryin to be startin
But I'm tryin to bust off 'til your mouth look like kindergarten
Ass up, lips hangin, pussy fartin
Uhh, Sheek nastier than caca
I'm tryin to put my meat up into mami like {?} to Popeye
(How you say that shit?) Sheek be feelin titties like a plastic doctor
(Woo!) I done fucked a couple at times
I done bust all in the face of a perfect dime
I even fell asleep twisted off Cuervo and lime
Woke up, and I was on the child like Shyne
Pancakes, all that, I ain't got love for these bitches
I swear it be rare if I call back
Wake up with 'em, I put dick in 'em
Send 'em for some ice and let the doorknob hit 'em (get out bitch)
Some 'gnac and a dutch, and I swear I forget 'em
I don't pass the haze, I don't know who you sucked
And I don't eat pussy, I don't know who you fucked
(Aiyyo that's that bitch right there?)
(Yo that's her right there yo)
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo yo yo, that's that lil' bitch I was lookin for
I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor
Tell her come over here, I'ma pull over there
(What up bitch, what up bitch)
Aiyyo, that's that lil' bitch I was lookin for
I ain't know she live right here on the 5th floor
Tell her come over here, I'ma pull over there
(What up bitch, what up bitch)
[J-Hood:]
Aiyyo, pass the dutch and pass a nigga some tequila
And I'ma hit that bitch with the strokes of death
I ain't gotta G her (hold that)
Cum better than I spit, I do it cause that's what I'm good at
When I'm beatin it up, they always ask me where the Hood at
Got my pimp game strong, and my dick Kane long
I ain't even gon' lie, ain't no need for that thong
I'm a back shot specialist, believe me I'm nice
But the only thing Hood gon' eat is a slice
I'm tryin to give a bitch the pipe, on top of a Carrera
To be honest with you Louch, I'm tryin to see Ciara
Where the freaks at, I heard they come out at night
But I done scooped plenty broads in the morning and got right
I'm just tellin you what I'm capable of
Boo why don't you deep throat my man meat while I break up this dub
I break backs, break gats, kill tracks and get scrilla
So if you want good dick bitch holla at a nigga
(What up bitch, what up bitch) [x8]
{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit}
{Mario, take it easy!}
[Styles P:]
Yo, my nigga Poobs on the track
I'm S.P. the Ghost
We'd like to welcome you, motherfucker
To this thing of ours
Our life is complex nigga
We the best in the worst position
(Yeah, figure that out, hahaha)
Get at me nigga
Yo; I'm from a place where your man'll shoot ya
Jails ganged out, but some niggaz is neutral
Coke price rise, watch shit get crucial
Niggaz think they Bishop and I don't mean Tutu
Cause even when it's sunny it's cloudy
They ain't gettin money so they bummy and rowdy
Wanna kill you, you come through in your Audi
Shit is like this from Yonkers to Mount V
Some niggaz'll count ki's, get knocked rat and bounce free
What part of the game is a game without G's
Drive through New York with a few blunts
Tryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two months
You can get popped if you want
Come through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food hunt
Still lettin off my two pumps
Dump reload, dump reload, fuck is it you want?
[Chorus: Tre Williams]
If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from
Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it's so hard)
If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from
Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here
[Styles P:]
Where I'm from ain't no fuckin pretending
Frontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendant
Clip look small then you better extend it
I said you got money, now you gotta defend it
Niggaz sell drugs cause the fiends is dependant
Sittin on the blocks 'til the cops come and end it
Jungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beat
Some don't get to they car keys
Hit from the P-2000 from them niggaz in Mark 3's
All I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki's
Press on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeis
And I'm tryin to hit you where your head and your heart be
What?
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P:]
I ain't got time to daydream (hell nah)
Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away team
Catch me pullin off in the Celine
Chick from Beijing, think about my niggaz that's caged in
Light blunts everywhere, any occasion
Stash coke money in my checkings and savings
Five blunts, two drinks just for the cravings
I don't even duck when the weapons is waving
I don't give a fuck, I've accepted my way's end
Styles didn't do it, I just gave it to David
He don't give a fuck, he'll cock it and blaze it
You just came home you get touched with the razors
Bitch it was all so simple
Somethin real big pointed at yo' temple
Coke and the cash, give up that info (where's it at)
Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo' kinfolk
[Chorus x2: w/ ad libs]
[automatic gunfire]
[T. Waters:]
Yo, this ain't a motherfuckin game nigga
(Real shit) real shit (ride out) ride out
(Ride out) RIDE OUT (ride out) RIDE OUT!
E'rybody a killer until a killer approaches
And then, all that hocus, pocus boastin
You no wins, callin the field up and the drama done build up
And this poverty's the cards that they dealed us
Niggaz that will bust behind bars don't act tough
Without no dust, niggaz don't go nuts!
I'm good, chain dangle in every hood
Leather and wood, I ain't on no celebrity bull
Could never be full, until my niece is obese
Won't sleep 'til e'ry one of my folks eat
Dig a ditch, large amount {?} high G
My nigga {?} go to sleep with a mac on the sheets
And now, we done started some new shit, exclusive
Gangsta, if you refuse it, you stupid
WHOO KID? No not the DJ, the D.A.
Play what he say on replay, what you did
Instead of 1-2, niggaz doin two bids
He got life, you slid to a new crib
And no one know where you live
But e'rybody know exactly what you did
Niggaz'll act cool 'til they get them a lil' bid, shit
That's when they flip and start to act like a little bitch
My, nigga for life, motherfucker's a hypocrite
The way the bullet hit him probably think they was intimate
I'll stand on feet like planted trees
I'm on my A-game, never switch plans to B
The man you see, see, I got plans to be
In position where I ain't gotta carry grams with me
When I ride 45 in my hand with me
Gangsta clique, organized, we a family
And when the last gun fire and the smoke clear
We gon' be standin right there like shit 'chea
I got the 40 on me homey, not a big beer
And guerilla niggaz actin like big bears
My man Ruger up in Vancouver with the Landcruiser
That's my mans and, he was hand to hand distributors
Heard blam, niggaz hoppin out of vans tryin to shoot us
Shot back, nigga hit the gas tank, shit blew up
[Verse 1:]
Screw a Blazer Im up in the joint fatigued out
Cuz whereever I go the shooters and thieves be out
Mighty Mighty D Block homie thats who we are
Ive been known to give it to chicks in the back of the car
Plus Im g'd up whatcha think I got the gat fo
To make yo ass lean back like Remy and Fat Joe
Just gimme a O
25 dutchies and Im great
Soon as my mans find the jump off we ready to skate
Im in the cut with a slut
Drinking blow and hella chronic
Bout to vomit all over mommy with no
Yat got me stumblin
Some niggas in the corner rumblin
All you see is bitches gettin low and mad niggas tumblin
The east over here
And the west right there
And them southside boys gettin it crunked throwin chairs
Until its redded out
Some niggas blew up
So Im sippin on the cup throwin gang signs up
[Chorus:]
Stop actin all stiff
I wanna see you move
Matter fact I need ya'll to pay attention to what I do
Shake your hips then do a lil twist
Snap your fingers then do it like this
Stop actin all stiff
I wanna see you move
Matter fact I need ya'll to pay attention to what I do
Shake your hips then ass a lil twist
Snap your fingers then do it like this
[Verse 2:]
H to the izz O
Izz O to the Dizzy
Fire we found some gangstas
We bout to run a trizzy
Black tap face and tell em twist something
Cuz after we get high
We gon hit something
I got my eyes on this hottie that resembles Nia Long
Short skirt, droppin it down gettin her eagle on
She likin my charm and I speakin about my piece
If you got G
You can turn a virgin to a straight freak
She feelin my smoothness
Peepin my movements
Dont mean to be rude miss
But do you know what your doin wit this?
She said ofcourse
Gather your team Ima round up my crew
And meanwhile I need you to pay attention to what I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Stomp your feet and move your body to the beat
And show some love to the hottest nigga spittin in the street
I got odie out back
Not the phantom
But I can still assure this here
Is gon be a club anthem
So th-th-th-throw it up
And we gon ro-ro-roll it up
And this game right here
We gon so-so-so it up
Plus I got it locked
Holdin it down for the block
Once I get my run
I aint never gon stop
[click-bang]
[rapid automatic gunfire]
[Sheek Louch:]
Stop frontin, aiyyo
[Chorus x2: Sheek Louch]
Lies, rumors, rumors, lies
Bricks, bundles, birds, pies
Murders, Bentleys, mansions, chill
Niggaz'll fuck with you still
[Sheek Louch:]
Aiyyo fuck it nigga buck it nigga what'chu waitin for?
Him to get into his car and cock back the four?
Nah nigga, I ain't tryin to be up on the 4th floor
of any hospital, lay him down before even score
Man up nigga, get out and stand up nigga
That's too small? Take this one it's a lil' bit bigger
Matter of fact c'mon, let's go in the store and get a beer
When we walk past each other, turn and pop him in his ear
What'chu shakin for killer? Ain't yo' ass a Guerilla?
I can't hear you, screw this fool, let's get us a chinchilla
There he go, see that nigga leanin on the sign?
I'ma ask him for a light, you go and snuff him from behind
Lay him down, take his coat, put it in his spine
Leave him dead so he can't identify the line
Ready nigga? What'chu mean chill?
You told me it was real where you from, and you get down with the steel
And you ain't got a problem doin no time in jail
Right? C'mon let's keep goin
I heard this soft nigga had a spot, he keep mucho dough in
So much coke all around, you might think it's snowin
But we gotta move fast, cause this kid'll blast
And put somethin kinda heavy in yo' mask
Keep shit tight, motherfucker is you ready to fight?
What'chu mean, let you out at the light?
Oh shit
[Chorus]
{What is this?}
[Styles P:]
I-95 baby
Keep rollin
Let's go Tre, it's your turn daddy
Rollin down I-95 (rollin) damn near crash
Daydreamin I got cash in my eyes (cash in my eyes)
Need to pull it over, put some gas in the ride (gas in the ride)
Get some air fresheners and not, pass 65 (not pass 65)
Need to make it there to make it back (make it back)
Thinkin that, "We Gon' Make It" have faith in that (faith in that)
Rollin down I-95 (uh-huh) know I'm dead wrong (dead wrong)
But I'm stayin headstrong cause I'm tryin to survive (tryin to survive)
[Tre Williams:]
I came from nothin tryin to beat these streets
Lord knows that's the only way I knew to eat
I tried, I tried, I tried that 9 to 5
But minimum wage is just no way for a young black man to survive
[Chorus 1: Tre Williams]
But the game is getting harder, and life is getting deeper
And I don't see no way out, and I can't see no statehouse
But my money's getting shorter, and my will is getting weaker
And I don't see no way out, so hustling's my escape route
[Chorus 2: Tre Williams]
Now I'm rollin down I-95, livin my life
And all I wanna do is just shine
Y'all don't hear me, no
Roll down I-95, livin my life
Cause all I know to do is just grind
Do y'all feel me?
[Tre Williams:]
I copped, I cooked, I bagged, I did whatever it took
Knowin that this can't last forever, I want my children livin better
I pray, I pray, I pray someday this all will end
No more lookin over my shoulders, and no more buryin my friends
[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]
[Styles P:]
Rollin down I-95
Hopin that the troopers don't look at my ride (uh-uh)
Thought about the game when I was cookin my pies
Looked at my kids, then I looked at my wife
I don't wanna keep hustlin for too long (uh-uh)
But I don't wanna keep strugglin, it's too wrong (damn)
Lookin at the stash, one trip and it's on
Now I gotta leave, hit the whip and I'm gone
Now you know everything is ill on the streets
Needless to say that my will's gettin weak
Money gettin short and my life gettin deep
Plus I got bills from my head to my feet (bills)
Now somebody say a prayer with the God
And I don't wanna spend another day in the yard (nah)
Why play the game if the game gettin hard?
But we still on I-95 and we rollin so hard
[Tre Williams:]
(Keep hustlin!) I can't keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
(Keep hustlin!) I can't keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
(Keep on hustlin!) I can't keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
(Keep hustlin!) I can't keep hustlin, for the rest of my life
(Keep on hustlin!)
{Hey Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Straws let's go nigga
Vinny Idol on the track
[Straw:]
Aiyyo I tell niggaz blow me quick
Fuck the best bulletproof my tints, window down when my Ruger spit
Yeah you fuckin with a Arliss nigga
One in the head, 16 in the cartridge nigga
And, you can have a team but regardless nigga
You might fuck with e'rybody else but not this nigga
Cause I heat the beef up like Foreman's
Plus I let the streetsweeper Air niggaz out like Jordans
Catch me in the lot with D-Block gorillas
For green I tie you up 'til God cut off your fingers
The mausberg handle give 'em brain contusions
Two trey slugs do the brain removin
I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P
Straw run in your house a quarter past 3
Straw run at the house with all your crack ki's
Just for the love of my niggaz, you other cats bleed
[Chorus: Straw]
Guns up, foes down
Straw and the Ghost when it goes down, vest and a fo'-pound
We don't give a fuck about the law when we blast off
Get the cash, do the dash with the masks off
[Styles P:]
So all y'all blow my cock
No security, the show don't stop
It's goin down then the fo' gon' pop
Yeah you fuckin with a cocky nigga
Run up your face like them steps on Rocky nigga
And you gon' need a mask like a hockey nigga
Might fuck with e'rybody else but not me nigga
Cause I hold up your paper like thumbtacks
And I got knife game like Jigga, retire and come back
Catch me comin through with Team Arliss nigga
For green I leave blood on the carpet nigga
And you can't get it up, with a stain remover
The four-four long is the brain remover
I don't give a fuck about the law, ask Straw
Most rappers is whack and got a glass jaw
Load up the gun, I show you what the mask for (I'll show you)
D-Block bitch, that's niggaz that blast fours
[Chorus]
[Straw:]
Aiyyo Straw be in your house with his guns drawn
The nine milli fire 'til I'm sure that a lung gone
Try and do the stealth work, settin the car bomb
Detonators target activatin the cell phone
It's Arliss, we be in the hood puttin work in daily
Meditate with the Ghost 'til my eyes is hazy
Red Jag convertible, black 380
Intentions to murder get the cash and I'm Swayze
Lost in the virgin Isle, never see a day of trial
Do away with the witness, be a man girl or child
Ain't a soul seperatin Straw from his profits
Frustrated when it's on I'm the one with the rockets
I don't give a fuck about a D, ask P
Until I'm buried in shells, I'm where the cash be
Probably buried in L's, the haze and hash weed
Need more than forensics, tryin to catch me - it's on
[Chorus]
A Gurl Whats Up Haha...Chillin...
Well.. Check It. Im Finna Blow Your Mind
Here It Goes
[Verse: Chris Nguyen]
Hey Gurl Wat You Doin?
Come To My Crib, Il Show You Wat You Did
Gimmie Dat Ass
Get This Bid, From Behind, Front To Back
Here Gurl, Tell You What, Spread Your Legs, I Can Hit It Chop It Up Like Some Bread...
Get On Da Bed Use Your Head...
Hit Me Up At
205 556 3660
So I Can Get Ur Call
Do It All Up
Tear Your Walls
Last Night You Sucked My Balls
Cd Maxed Hit Me Like Mike Jones
Man Gurl Wats All These Phones
Pay Me Up Hit Da Check Il Buy You Home
[Chores:]
Hey Gurl You Got It ?????
Naw Maybe I Guess I Dont Know ??
Hey Gurl Got It ?????
Naw Maybe I Guess I Dont Know ??
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
Hey I Like Gurls That Are Nasty
Mexicans, Philos,Blacks,
It Dont Matter As Long They Pasty
All The Gurls Tell Me If You Like Or Hate Me
Just Bcuz I Ues To Be A Hater
But Now I Got Money I Got Greater
If You Dont Like
Go To Hell Blow Ass Get Up
I Got The Game Who D_block He Got More Fame.
All Ya Rappers Be In The Hall Of Shame
Got Damn What Is That
Oh My Bad Thats Yo Ass
Hey Gurls
[Chores x2]
[Verse 3:]
Hey Hears A Lil Story Bout Me
400,000 Dallors Worth A Ring On My Pinky
Gurls Wants Money
Be My Honey
Its A Joke
[Intro: S.I. (Sheek Louch)]
Oh yeah! (Yeah! It's the comp!) Na na na na na!
(D-Block! S.I. Let's go!)
[Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)]
I'm just ridin in my drop top, safety on the glock
Chick with me, rollin up sticky
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
(Hey we just tryin to get our paper man!)
I'm so fire, fire (Thatr's all!)
Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher (I got you my G!)
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper (Sheek Louch!)
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yeah! Yo! At this chick house playin Uno
Got a daughter in the other room watchin Juno
PS3 and, door locked ma's O.D. and, ass naked
Weed burnin tell her to take it
Yeah, you know me though, Magneto
Metal on me black Dan Devito, penguin
England, governor off, auto bar
Louis Vuitton some shit that Kanye can't find
Catch me, I'm too fly for the God to sketch me
Too bright for the cameras to watch
Too much talent for Koch, Interscope or Def Jam
Here I am, I'm gettin money either way, DAMN!
[Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)]
I'm just ridin in my drop top, safety on the glock
Chick with me, rollin up sticky
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
I'm so fire, fire
Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Stay auz on 'em, droptop aqua blue Porshce on 'em (Haha!)
So money, I'm a catch it like Moss on 'em (I got 'em), or my Tom Brady
(Who?) Is it the fiends or the fans that have gone crazy? (Get it?)
I hustle harder than the immigrants (true)
Nas bought Chanel for his woman friend (okay)
Me I buy Dior with the Benjamins
Sex on the mansion floor, minute then a minerin (you know)
I'm just breezin in my droptop
Honey plan shotty, let the deuce deuce pop pop (Let it go)
Blowin on sticky green and paper never stop, op (Never!)
D-Block, lil' homie, I'm a let the glock pop
[Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch) {Jadakiss}]
I'm just ridin in my drop top, safety on the glock
Chick with me, rollin up sticky
Ain't nothin I'm just trtin to get my paper, my paper
I'm so fire, fire
Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher
Ain't nothin I'm just trtin to get my paper, my paper
{Ain't nothin, HE HEH! }
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, speedin in the left lane (Uh)
'Cause this is just a steppin stone to the next game (uh-huh)
Either that or in the hood with the best 'caine (Yep)
Little league from rotary to exchange
And I still remember when the first checks came (uh)
Roof in the trunk is how the new Lex came (Woo!)
With the air holes, how the new Tecs came (heheh)
Figure that the higher I get, the less pain
YOu dudes is playin checkers but it's a chess game
Soon as I hit my number, I'm on the next train
I can't explain, my weed's puday, diamonds all Blu-Ray
Bad chick with me and we flyin down the throughway, what!
[Chorus: S.I. (Sheek Louch)]
I'm just ridin in my drop top, safety on the glock
Chick with me, rollin up sticky
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
I'm so fire, fire
Patron got a brotha feelin higher, higher (HEY!) higher, higher
Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper
[Jae Hood:]
Your man Hood'll critical your boy condition
Toss em in the pot let him get discovered by some old man fishin
Your bout to get jurisdisiction bout to get dealt wit
I put my life on this chump you aint never felt this
Im bout to pop like a balloon full of boilin water
Cuz Im the nicest nigga out and Im callin on the
Lord to give ya'll help because ya sure need
Cuz Im the best nigga out
So what Im conceited
Believe it
Like a person being cloned in front of you
Or like 15 armed predicates gunnin you
You sonnin who
You must be fuckin with that white shit
5-0 need to smack your ass wit a nightstick
Jae Hood bitchboy I came to claim my spot
Collect a couple M-I-L-L's and flame the block!
[Chorus:]
Gator entertainment
light up waters
Gator entertainment
[Jadakiss:]
You cant let this money get by you
The game dont change it stays the same niggas just get grind
Bricks on the ceilin
Pounds on the floor
I done seen alot and heard even more
Yea ok enough wit the war stories
Big niggas is too small for me
Get off of me
And I dont hit the gym or the park
But I put a bullet right under the brim wit the glock
By far Im the nicest
You dont ride the track right they oughta revoke your licenses
Wanna get on son you need to ask me
As far as Y-O as far the whole streets
I spit like a old beast
Its all out war theres no peace
And Ima serious treat
No matter the weather
Got the mac or baretta
To tear the back off a fella
Nigga im strapped for whatever
I'm down for the cause
Bust a round of applause
Fuck around with my dogs
I'll fuck around with the laws
That was probably ya'll
Makin the block hot
Got half the block knocked
So I got the glock cocked
All you heard was POP POP
Gunfire STOP DROP AND ROLL
Or get rolled over I told ya boy
Guns dont kill people
They take a nigga behind the trigger and make it lethal
In the Regal desert eagle in my fly ??
I'm blowing trees in the Regal with my 2 amigos
Nigga you see my pulling
Up in the waste
Put it up in your face
Put a barrel in your mouth
Now tell me how that taste
Bold steppin in the middle of a case wit no pinky ring
I'ma put the metal in your face
If you want a brick catch it off the side of the rim
Mention my name and tell you to go get it from him
I'm where the birds at
The intercity where the curves at
And that jaguar we'll take it you dont deserve that
My nigga serve that
Pure white snow like Christmas
And this shits guaranteed to do better than his shit
Rich shit off the lot
While ya'll distribute rocks
Nigga catch me heavily blunted
Bring it to whoever that want it
The head or the stomach
Wherever the gun is
Hot as a barrel
Moving birds my eyes on the sparrow
All I do is work these niggas they call me the pharoah
[gunshot] {Forget about it Mario!}
[Styles P:]
Better let these lil' niggaz know
_Time is Money_, I'm back
You want beef anybody just call my name
In the streets S.P. in the hall of fame
Been the hardest nigga out mad years in a row
Tell your bitch you ain't a pimp, you really a hoe
It's funny how you bluffin them suckers
Only time S.P. is with the cops is in cuffs muh'fuckers
And you should listen up the first moment I spoke
Act up and get shot through your clothing or coat
And now that we back to the hoodies
Extra clips in the footies, have niggaz lookin "Damn how could he?"
Leave them niggaz lookin like that
And they ain't no gangsters, they ain't in Queens or Brooklyn like that
Heard niggaz made it big time, no lookin back
Me I'm in the streets of Y.O.
You would think I'm fucked up too how I creep and ride slow
Then I hit Harlem and the Heights
Got a play dyke before the night (whattup dogs)
White M-6 blue pipin lookin right (aight)
I ain't scared of shit bitch this is my life - get it?
If a nigga steal my chain I feel his pain
But I'ma peel the whole block 'til they squeal his name
S.P. don't play that shit
Ask your boss to try me, you won't okay that shit
Niggaz say it's your girl I lay that bitch
Headcracks since we been layin on ADAT bitch
Lil' nigga I been O.G.
I go broke in New York I got cash in a crib OT
And I'ma bring the pain like a toothache
Last thing I saw was his boot shake, I'm makin the roof break
I get up in your mouth like toothpaste
I'm dark like Batman, this big gun is makin you Two Face
[bang, bang]
[Sheek Louch:]
Yeah, Poobs whattup nigga?
Sheek Louch, new album comin son, _After Taxes_
[tires squealing] Fucked up
Aiyyo, fuck that nigga, send him to the funeral home
Let a couple of them hot things sit in his dome
Let his family stand over him singin a poem
When I pull out and I bust my chrome
Girl or boy, I put it your neck like Troy
And I don't let bums beat me, I'm not like Roy
I'm a cut somethin off of your bitch-ass
Nice and easy, I'ma get the beef over quick fast
You muh'fuckin right, it's goin down tonight
And I'm stressed, yo Poobs let me get the vest
Graveyard, I ain't workin with a lot of rest
Just crack addicts and mathematics
And I don't mean science or One World Alliance
Sheek use the iron like a household appliance
I'm the hardest nigga, I don't need a major
I can go indie like The Artist nigga
And get paper out the ass
Throw the deal in the bag and drive the red GT out the glass
Hood all smashed, diesel and hash
Itchy trigger finger, I'm startin to get a rash
Y'all can fuck off, or bust that off
Your little-ass guns 'bout as loud as a cough
Sheek Louch spit for them niggaz up North
Shank wavin, misbehavin
Two treys blowin powder for the shit they blazin
Two AK's 'n, one revolver
I've been workin at hustlin as long as your father
Y'all lil' niggaz don't even bother
You ain't got no juice; you like a cell phone without the charger
I don't come half-assed
I come home with a big bag of jewelry, other half cash
Mean whiplash, plenty of horses
Fuck it if I crash, I take my losses
Sheek Louch nigga, accounts got bigger
But I ain't gon' retire, no disrespect Jigga
I'ma keep flowin 'til there's no more dough
Or I'm sick in the bed and my voicebox go
[J-Hood:]
Damn
The 'gnac got me fucked up Poobs
You sure you can drive my nigga?
Drunk out my mind, Courvosier got me twisted
In the passenger side of the Range gettin lifted
Hand on my biscuit, watchin for them boys in the rearview
They be on some bullshit, searchin niggaz vehicles
Knockin the Ojays, faded off the previous blunt
Eyes red, skully low like what the fuck niggaz want?
I'm on some other shit, my brain paintin pictures like Van Gogh
27 flat is what I get you them grams fo'
D tryin to build a case, tryin to get me or somethin
But like a broke thumbtack they can't stick me to nothin
What's this I hear, Hood fell off, not true
Don't make me take yo' ass back to _Stadium 2_
When I dropped 60 on Clue, kids had to stop me
Shortly after that a lot of rappers tried to copy
Damn right I'm cocky, and I can't forget witty
I won't just spit on a track, I'll spit on this city
I listen to Biggie but get, hyped off that 'Pac shit
Wired off a quart, wonderin why I ain't got shit
But on the real I got this, the last shall eat first
And them fat niggaz that stuff they face gon' eat dirt
Soon as the heat spurt y'all niggaz gon' immediately drop
It's already in the stars, I'll be damned if I flop
Be damned if I stop, I'm 'bout to take ownership of the crown
Now Big told you like an elevator it's goin down
[Styles P:]
Straw... 354... Ghost...
Feel this... yeah
Let me break it down I'ma nigga to Ryde or Die homey
2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homey
I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me
I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you Ryde on me
You opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it nigga
P ain't the barber but ya face I can shut it nigga
Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga
Extraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeah
Bust the rifle from far away
And I'm still tryna figure the triflin'est part of day
Is it morning when the fiends cop
Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock
Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come
I'm smoked out with a machine gun
I'm in something all black know I'm always on the lean son
Steady lookin' for the cream ma
And I'm probably with a bad bitch
But I'm usually for delf where I'm headed where the cash is
When you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kid
Cause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted
[Snyp Life:]
They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme
So I make sure my next one bring back time
So niggaz can reminiese when they last had shine
Through my lines see that's heart felt
Make a cold heart melt
Gring ain't for everybody homie get a new route
Re-in' with the same shit you only see the same shit
'Se goin' through them shoot outs my niggaz did the same shit
And they bang 'fits and they 'on't care who you came with
Me I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip
Turnin' rags to chips put that hawk in ya face 'fore I squeeze my clip
I 'on't clap back I pop first read my lips
3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya men
And for my nigga P I'm puttin' it in till this shit end
You know what it is one for the Block two for the Team
Screamin' 2 Gunz Up while I'm strippin' ya gleam yo
[Straw:]
Ever since Straw small truck the mercedes
You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump the way it drive the streets crazy
The flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack
And 16 keep the fiends comin' back
It got me where I can't be without my hard hat
Teflon long sleeve and a large gat
Heat seekin' shells attract to ya body heat
And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that
It's too easy niggaz can't handle my beef it's too greasy
500 SL Benz with 3 TVs
Narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams
And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine
Tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train
Cause wit 9:11 crime feds watchin' the planes
It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane
[Bully:]
Comin' to box the S knockin' A Tribe Called Quest
I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness
I'm with the host the Ghost
We gave you toast to coast it's 354 bitch you supposed to know
I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit it
There never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it
Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys
Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise
Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan
The Rugers cocked; I'm patiently waitin'
P just gimme the word on these herbs that's my word
Mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve
Hannibal Lector style nigga dinner served
Still got birds with curves that move birds
Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches that's nerds
[gunshot] {Hey Mario} {Easy!}
[Sheek Louch:]
D-Block, Vinny... Idol
Let's go
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Hey yo "Walk Witt Me," still got the hawk with me
But tonight I'm not usin it, gun not shootin it
Feel good, it's nice outside
Put your seat back, let's go for a ride
You know where I'm headed first, 3-5-4
Hop out, send somebody to the liquor store
Might even cop a dutch, who got haze?
And I don't even smoke but today I'm ready to blaze
Then I'm headed to Warburton in front of the store
Get some cuffs for my niggaz then, drink some more
Then I gotta go through the hole, you know what I'm sayin?
Plus basketball started and my niggaz is playin
Then I might go to Mount V to check my dawgs
See who's out on the ave, hop out the Nav'
It's just a beautiful day
Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
[Chorus: x2]
White tees, white Airs fit beautifully
Benz Coupe, rims spinnin, Jake hatin me
But that's my life ("my life, my life, my life, MY LIFE") my life
In the sunshine ("In the sunshine! .. Everybody loves the sunshine!")
[Sheek Louch:]
Uhh, that's enough, niggaz gotta see some bitches now
Next stop, Sheek headed to the Boogie Down
Straight to Fordham, it's 20 to one
I can't wait to bust off and I ain't talkin my gun
I see mami with her kids, still lookin good
Keep your head up mama, even though you still in the hood
Then I'm off to Dykeman & Post, back to Broadway
Dominican mamis, they out there all day
I sign a autograph, make mami laugh
Ask her did she ever take a Crist' bubble bath
I cop a mixtape and cruise through the Boogie Down
I'm on Broadway, GOTTA go to Harlem now
I can't forget my sisters, my queens
You beautiful things - word up
Cause it's a beautiful day
Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch:]
Yeah.. yeah.. yo, uhh
I'm on the Westside of 1-2-5th by Jimbo's
Cop a turkey burger, that's where everybody goes
Or I might cop some Timbs
Pull over, let my mans and them hit my rims
Good lookin here's a hundred, nah I don't want nuttin back
Take that home to your family, don't smoke that black
I see a whole pack of shorties right in front of the mart
Some dark, some redboned, where do I start?
There go Kay Slay right in front of Paulo Express
Still holdin shit down, big crown on his chest
See them Ruff Ryder bikes in the street, liftin it
Everybody chillin, nobody thinkin about killin
Little kids wearin D-Block tees
And all day I ain't even hear a shot, or one cop yell freeze
Heh, it's a beautiful day
Sun is out, and I ain't even have to use my AK (HEY!) Listen
[J-Hood:]
'Ayo my squads so gangsta (D-Block)! here's my hypothesis nobobdy stoppin' us, I got some in the clip and I won't hesisitate to get them out. Your hungry? I'll feed you, make room for cotton in your mouth. 50, of course you gonna' sell when you're in a no lose-win situation, nigga' I'm bein' real, you got one of the greatest producers ever. Your lil' house party was cute 'n shit, I shoulda' brought a suit 'n shit, you lil' industry bitch. Haha, they don't know 'Kiss in Africa? Shut up snitch. And yo', my man Scoob holdin' it down, don't stop it yet. Pussy, yeah that's what you must be. 'Cause when you got hit, you didn't clap back(Why didn't you clap back)?!?
Now you runnin' 'round tryin' to pop shit. Let it be know I ain't hatin', but of course you're gonna sell when you got Dre you produce you shit. You didn't have the decency to keep my name outta' your songs nigga', so now it's on nigga'. There ain't no strategy to beat me, fuck sayin' it on the records, I'm gonna' say it publicly, Curtis; you sunned-out! Let me talk to your grandpops where he wanted the grand straps.
[Sheek Louch and Jae Hood:]
Hahaha, South Side mang', (GGGGGGG) you pussy nigga', you sound like a fuckin' retard with your- (GGGGGG)
Yeah
(Yeah)
D block
(D block)
(New Lox)
Envy, whattup my nigga?
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo
(C'mon)
If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you
(Yeah)
Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I don't give a fuck about none of your clique
(At all)
Or this music, y'all can sound scan my dick
(Whoo)
I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain
(Uh-huh)
Have your chest lookin' like the connect four game
Y'all muh'fuckers know sheek is it
(Sheek luch')
I got a toilet bowl flow, I keep some shit
I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it
(All day)
(Uh-uh)
Like your album ain't shit unless sheek up on it
(Got the exclusive)
Fuck what you drive, I'll see you in hell
(Uh-huh)
'Cause I ain't never seen 23's stop a shell
(Envy)
D block the label that'll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain't puttin' out nothin' soft
(C'mon)
Even talkin' to a bitch I'm thuggin' her out
(Yeah)
Sheek luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, whattup?
I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha
I got my own problems fuck all the shit you been facin'
(Uh-huh)
(Fuck it)
Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation
(That's right)
Hit you in your melon and your ribs, mmwwaa
We can get it on, I got a felony to give
(Bring it)
Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material
(Uhh)
Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you
(You don't even know)
The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible
(Yeah)
And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV
(C.O.)
They might hate but they ain't tryin' to guard
(Uh-uh)
And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin' too hard
(Come on)
Prayin' for nothin', all you doin' is lyin' to God
'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard
And we pretty much controllin' the east
Workin' on the south and the west
(D block)
Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what
I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha
Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine
The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline
I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops
(Uh-uh)
I'm on top of my game like I'm standin' on X-box
I'm tryin' to get cheddar, fuck fuckin' with hoes
(Fuck it)
I'm tryin' to cop the coupe that come out in 2004
We got dimes and dubs of haze
And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from subway
I'm a child of the slums, descendant of the gutter
(D block)
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black
(Yeah)
One out of either one'll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz
(Watch out)
'Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin' chairs at niggaz
(Whattup)
And I know y'all ain't better than hood, y'all niggaz liars
Leave a hole in you the size of a moped tire
I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha
Yeah, the people's choice, DJ Envy
