Whoo, yeah, turn it up
Alchemist, you know what to do
Bump that, turn it up, whoo
Crazy daddy
Ayo, yall niggaz cant fuck with me, my flows 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 aint the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.
Im just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
Dont get it twis, dont get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
Cause I aint got time, Im 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, yall niggaz behave
Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up
We got it poppin, turn it up
We comin for yall, turn it up
Niggaz they droppin, turn it up
We got the streets locked, turn it up
If its beef let your heat cock, turn it up
Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
Cause we dont 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
Im a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
This is D-Block, join us, dont get offended
Cause I aint lettin up and you aint lettin off
Plus I already know that most of yall is soft
The hood love me, put it in the air for me
And boy cop mixtapes if they dont hear from me
Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy
Im too smart on the streets you fuckin dummy
Ayo, real niggaz relate to me
Jealous niggaz cant wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me
Dont miss cause its 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
Im takin it there, even if they give me the chair
Im blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear
My fist stuck screamin black power
I aint gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower
Cause I dont care what color you are
Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car
Im not a star
Im a nigga thatll issue the star
Im that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar
Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook
Ayo Alchemist, bring in the hook
Lets go
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