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| SHEEK LOUCH | D-Block |
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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
Cant 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 aint 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 Im worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
Alive but you can still pull out liquor
Gotta dead serious flow Im 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
Im 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
Its for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks
Like pimples motherfucker Im 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 7-60s yeah I got 2
One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue
When Im riding on the track like a surf board
Im 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 Im there its a panic room
Niggaz start to stutter, please dont cut my mother
Im 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 Im on a fucking bob sled niggaz
Ill talk to yall niggaz I aint trying to shout
Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out
Youll 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
Besides D-Block I dont see that often
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