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)
[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
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)
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
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+
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
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
Lets Go
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
[Sheek Louch]
Ai Yo,
It's that shit that make niggas wanna wreck they click,(Uh-huh)
Grab your gun and diss niggas to they dick,
Buck sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin)
Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her suck something, (Suck somethin)
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out,
Hoodie on with the all black ballushies on,
Jab you till your motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh)
Toungue is gone, (What else?)
3-piece suits is worn,
Hate yall faggot ass niggas thats scared to death,
Talk shit, when im around yall hold yall breath,
I make murder music,
My shit bang in the city,
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty,
"Theres too much violence now since Ja Rule and fiddy"
I dont know no other way but to rap gritty, (Yeah!)
Fuck that maybe when im rich, (Fuck that)
But untill then where the fuck is my thugs at up in this bitch?!
Lets Go
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
[Styles P]
Warrup nigga, Your cut up nigga, (Warrup)
Shoe shit to lift the truck up nigga,
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf,
Tell your mom i'll throw her child off the roof, (Roof)
Give her base head a hundred dollars to towell off the coup,(Clear that up)
Style on niggas, (Style on niggas)
Beat some down we gon pile on niggas, (Get em)
wild on niggas (La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da)
Thats the lulabye for you, (hear it)
betta ask your man he ready to die for you (he ready)
We comin thru tearin the block up, (Tear it up)
We aint gettin locked up, (Uh-Uh)
That mean we even shootin the cops up,
Warrup? (Yeah nigga 2 more times)
Warrup, Warrup?
Now we in the New York grind, (New York grind)
Betta kiss that ass goodbye,
Wen im passin by with plastic nines to blast your eyes,
riii!
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
[Sheek louch]
Hey yo, i talk shit like i wanna talk, (Yeah)
Bop how i wanna walk, (Yeah)
And you can tell a nigga derr is from New York,
And i still got my south niggas ready to squeeze,
I dont need cake to see me with a couple of g's,
And i dont need a loan muhfucker im grown,
I had a 38 before i had a phone,
I stuck niggas up before yall little niggas started to bone, (Woo)
It's that sheek louch shit yall niggas tryna clone,
lets be real,
the average muhfucker with a deal, (Nah)
Probly never had a fight,
No guns, none of that,
Niggas know im right, (Yeah)
I say goodnight to my son,
Give my baby moms a little cake,
And my moms a little something before i go on the run,
Before pussy niggas try their hand,
Im kickin the door like "daddy's home!" and i aint making a bang,
What yall coward niggas dont understand,
YEAH!
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
[50cent sample-Intro]
"The hardest from New York they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers
The hardest from New York they come from Yonkers
The hardest from New York they come from Yonkers(fades)...
[Sheek Louch-Chorus]
Im gonna sing my song, ima count my figgas
ima ride on people, ima jerk my niggas
im keepin it real
ill put you in jail
so i can be on top
im gonna pop my shit, ima hide in the whip
i got a thousands of cops with me dont even trip
ima keep me a gat
ill shoot myself
so i can be on top
[Sheek Louch-Verse1](Sheek Talking)
your lil' house party was cute and shit
i shoulda came there with a suit and shit, you lil' industry bitch(Haha)
"they dont know kiss in Africa." shut up snitch(fuck out of here)
i know sway wanted to ask you way more than he did
like, why the fuck supreme and them doin a bid(damn)
and why cant you come around where you hung as a kid
you turn soft on niggas since you got on top
i know queens cant be proud of candy shop(nah)
look, you aint got to make that trash nomore(fuck is this)
you rich so everything gon' move out the store
so the next time ima hear you, if it aint that raw(what?)
ima tell the hood to close the door
last chance 50, you betta bring it(last chance 50)
and i dont mean sing it
let that new bitch witch do that, whadd up baby(whadd up baby)
ill fuck you and ill smurf ya head(Haha)
D-Block, G-unit is dead
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch-Verse2](Sheek Talking)
Can you feel it, nuttin' can save ya(huh)
and i aint go platinum, im not even major(nah nigga)
but i bet none of them boys wanna put up a wager(what yall wanna do son)
if so tell Sha to hit Soup on the pagers(soup whadd up)
we can do this on cable homey, i aint playin'
Banks you aight if they can undastand what you sayin'(stop Mumblin'man)
and them boys out in L.A. hot
Game lookin for ya, you betta move around with swat(hinchman whadd up)
lil' Buck you dont even wanna be there
but since you there, sit your lil' ass down in the chair(sit your lil ass down)
i got more south niggas than you
matter fact no i dont, its just them south niggas know how i do
i think 50 really wanna be you
tryna sound all country, this rat just dont know what to do
i got some advice, yall can jump off my dick
yall aint fucking with this D-Block click
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch-Verse3](Sheek Talking)
nigga ima get rich or get rich
what the fuck is this die tryin' shit about bitch
and what massacre? please say you meant masscara
cause this shit i heard is pretty as this white bitch Farra
tryna false it, the hood know you lost it dawg
so you can ggggg all the way to the mall(its ova)
and i aint got half ya dough(uh huh)
matter fact i dont get nowhere next what you get for a show(fuck that)
but the difference is in my crowd aint no cops
niggas singing on stage like the Four-Tops
no way homey, you turn gay homey(gay homey)
and i dont care what the soundscan said homey(word up bitch)
niggas is trash
yall came up in our spot but yall is ass
niggas gettin milk on in there face(hold that)
lil' niggas in Jamaica Queens takin ya base(haha)
dont worry 50 gon' rat on em, hes gon' close the case(i think he did it man)
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch-Talking]
ay im staying away from you nigga. i see how you get down.
haha... oh shit
what the fuck
what you say nigga
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch-Talking]
ay im staying away from you nigga. i see how you get down.
[Sheek Louch]
Jump out the Rover nigga
Hoodie on, back to carryin' them thangs
Summer's ova nigga (Oh Summer's ova)
I clap my shit
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop
I'm bout to rap my shit
They go see me way upstate
Sheek Louch: After Taxes
G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!)
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
The yak is strong, the barrel is long
Sheek show these little niggas ass like thongs (BITCH!)
I ain't spit that shit to get dis whip
Your advance: I made that with just this trip
Next trip I'm savin' my dough
I already know the hip hop police sit and study my flow
So I throw 'em off, play the golf course
Disappear like AIDS
Yellow fo wit the Polo plaid pants
And ever since New Orleans
I've been comin' through Queens
Coppin' weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't seen you once
Diamoned up
Back with Bad Boy reminiscin', me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!)
They say I'm too sick for the new school
I can't attend classes, so I just build up the masses
Red Monkey jeans, Belushi glasses
Me just sittin there, causin' some crashes
Sheek a rare breed
They don't understand what I'm doin' there
With some sunflower seeds (I'm in the hood nigga)
10-10in', army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head
The beat's spinnin'
They sayin' what the street's been missin'
Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, I'm comin' back like the wrath
Ya'll bitch niggas ya'll ain't safe
LETS GO!
[Jadakiss]
See the pictures I paint son
If I ain't the King of New York then there ain't one
Tell me who fuckin' want it
And you can put somethin' on it
I'm in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothin' on it
Mad-hot, to have is to have not
My crack spot is pro-tools on my laptop
Much cheaper then the carter, it's affordable
I ain't neva gotta infiltrate, cause it's portable
[C'mon] The trey 5-7 is chrome
If any big niggas is wit me they just came home
Either way I'ma pop that nine
Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I can't lie
But I don't know who told his black ass he can't die
The other day I made 40 in a hour
Fuck, in the studio, I'm Berry Gordy wit the powder
No retreat , No surrender
I'm at the juice bar, Armageddon's in the blender
[NAH!] Getting' ready for the Winter
Sweat-suit weather, some reason I shoot better
Carry the big gats
And leave the scene real fuckin' nasty, like chocolate milk after a Big Mac
I'm on my CEO shit right now
Til this underhanded politic shit pipe down (Feel Me!)
Shout out to the media and maxes
November 8th, Sheek Louch: After Taxes
(Redman)
Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
One two, one two check mic (yeah)
Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?)
Yo, hey yo
(Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman)
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day
I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
It's time for you to get yo' stack right
The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next flight
Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass with the K
And leave his body where his children'll play
I cook somethin up like Emeril's kitchen
I put the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first to the car
I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow
Niggaz ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park
The hood love a nigga cause I ain't above a nigga
I eat the same shit in the hood as another nigga
White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a nigga
Get the hell up out your seats and everybody jump
(Chorus)
(Redman)
Yo - yo Sheek lemme get some of that, yo
Aiyyo my uzi weigh a ton, Redman half baked
I'm smokin pounds, you hang around with Nasty Nate
The great dane straight change, bitches close drapes
Cause my product, Ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
This for my hood niggaz sellin sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like Stiffler
Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue
Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two"
I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe
So I'm determined, like AJ after Free
I don't play games I'm grown, on 26 chrome
Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone
Shame on a nigga, that try to run game on a nigga
I bring pain on a nigga
(Chorus)
(Sheek Louch)
Hey yo fuck that nigga, buck that nigga
Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that nigga
Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek)
Lil' entrepeneur; shit, I'm already one deal up (D-Block)
Grants to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot
But shit Jigga ain't go platinum 'til his third
I'm one song away, but you would think I did
How the house got that long ass drive-a-way
Benz in the back, doors do Karate Kid
If they knew I get the same time Gotti did
240 when it's floored, trey pound on my lap
Beyonce bobblehead on the dashboard
Can't be ignored, I'm the coke niggaz can't afford
I'm the town niggaz haven't toured
I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few
But first this is what y'all motherfuckers gotta do
(Chorus)
(Redman)
Yeah, Brick City, all the way to Yonkers baby
We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby!
We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby!
Yo Funk Doc, Sheek Louch, you know what it is baby
(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, you would think I'm on every drug
But I aint, just 'gnac and an occasional (?), 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 think can stay in yo brain
Nose in the 'caine, but that's yo biz
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 ain't the mute (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 (?)
Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!)
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
I throw spinners on the 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 in a bee
My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads
Money dirty so I 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
intro:
it time. lock in.
chorus:
Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs
all my street niggas,
movin them drugs.
Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich
I know the ready aint really gon like this
Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs
all my street niggas,
movin them drugs.
Go strip bitch, make a nigga rich
I know the ready aint really gon like this
1st verse:
i see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking
but no body really saying what a thug be thinking.
see they bitches dont know you
till you come with the lincoln.
or the porsce eyes lift up like the car was winking.
real niggas on the block
wit big dimes in his sock
you bet somewhere is a glock
Hey, I'm looking for."Good Love yeaah"
Met a lot of women now they all tore
Ran through 'em all But I'm just not sure."Good love, I like that baby"
Yea.We gon' fight but I think that's just."Good Love, yeaah"
1st Class flights, almost home but I."Just can't keep still"
Fresh off the plane, into the bin
Note a lil water in what you pay for your rent
I'm tired of the road, no shows booked, need somethin' home cooked."I like that baby"
Straight in the door, Straight to the floor
I'm already high but light up one more
Just got home I'm tryna chill but I."Just can't keep still"
Gotta hit the block, get a lil 'gnac
F**k with tha hood, see if niggas is good
Jake is on me asking me why my music all loud I just tell him."I like that baby"
Throw a lil dice, head cracked twice, Light somethin' up I'm starting to feel nice
They loopin' around, Lemme go and peel cuz I."Just can't keep still"
Yea, I'm looking for."Good Love yeaah"
Met a lot of women now they all tore
Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure."Good Love, I like that baby"
Yea.We gon' fight but I think that's just."Good Love yeaaah"
1st Class flights, almost home but I."Just can't keep still"
Hat low enough, short sleeves no cuffs
Aston-Martin sittin' outside tough
Shorty shotgun, Black Hillary Duff
Shit built big like I was down with Puff
Now I'm in the club, no V.I.P
I'm down low where every last hoodlum be
I feel babyboy tryna eye roll me but I."Just can't keep still"
Walk up to him, you know nice and polite
Let him now it's real, it's for sured up light
I'mma let it off cuz I ain't tryna fight but ya damn right."I like that baby"
Anyway, I'm tryna see who else here
I see shorty staring at me way over there
I'm sorry baby girl but I gotta dissapear cuz I."Just can't keep still"
Hey, I'm looking for."Good love yeaah"
Met a lot of women now they all tore
Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure."Good Love, I like that baby"
Yea.We gon' fight but I think that's just."Good Love yeaah"
1st Class flights, almost home but I."Just can't keep still"
Betty Wright knocking, got 'em all rocking
'Bout to do the electric slide on the block and.
Yea this popping, got 'em goin crazy
From 8 to 80."I like that baby"
It feels so good, you can't sit down.you gotta get up and move your phat ass around
You don't care who watchin', you keepin it real cuz you."Just can't keep still"
Hey, I'm looking for."Good Love yeaah"
Met a lot of women now they all tore
Ran through 'em all but I'm just not sure."Good love, I like that baby"
Yea.We gon' fight but I think that's just."Good Love yeaah"
1st Class flights, almost home but I."Just can't keep still"
