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?
Whys 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 aint pullin my blade if I wont scar nuthin
I aint pullin my gun if I wont shoot shit, thats useless (why would I do that)
Ill kill ya whole family, thats ruthless (you pussy nigga)
You could die nigga
I aint droppin a tear, I aint thinkin twice nigga, you aint my nigga
(you aint my nigga)
I dont smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you (uh uh)
I got a problem with you, Imma let the heat whistle
This is real shit, nigga I peel shit (tell em)
Im harder than concrete and steel mixed (whos better)
I wanna kill niggaz (kill em)
You think its part of the verse, its part of the curse, and I dont really
feel niggaz (I dont feel yall)
They say stop the viloence, but I gotta join in it (Im gonna join in it)
Im in the hooptie with 3 Kis a boy in it
This is pay day, fuck what they say (fuck em)
D Block, grab your handguns and A-Ks
Bang that shit off, clap that kid up
Stomp that kid out, dont let him get up
Any block frontin, gon wet that shit up
It dont 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 aint feelin this song could suck my dick
Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out
To make sure he dont survive, nigga, Im snubbin him out (bitch!)
Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots
They cant determine the cause of your death in your autops
You scared? Dont come outside, the streets is serious (stay home)
My ribs touchin, Im 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, Imma kill one of yours (thats right)
It aint bitin for base, but they still want it raw (you know it)
Yall niggaz think yall 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
Theres 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 cant identify em
D Block my nigga (uh huh)
To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga (got ya)
What, it dont 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, its your turn gorilla (doin it again baby!)
Uh, you want it with who? (huh?)
You cant 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 Airs and white Ts get filthy quick
And we aint caughin or sneezin, but the camp is sick (haha)
Uh, stop frontin, yall dont 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)
Ill 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 dont pay, who the fuck said that? (huh?)
How much you think Im gettin for his chain, where my gat?
Nigga act up, Ill let it rip in his back (brattt!)
You know who it is from coast to coast (who)
Thug niggaz keep clappin ya toast
What up!?
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