D Block (featuring The LOX & J. Hood) - DJ Envy
Yeah
(Yeah)
D block
(D block)
(New Lox)
Envy whattup my ni**a
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 f**k 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'f**kers know sheek is it
(Sheek luch')
I got a toilet bowl flow I keep some sh*t
I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it
Like your album ain't sh*t unless sheek up on it
F**k what you drive I'll see you in hell
'Cause I ain't never seen 23's stop a shell
D block the label that'll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain't puttin' out nothin' soft
Even talkin' to a b**ch I'm thuggin' her out
Sheek luch' y'all already know what the kid is about
I'm 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
My niggaz
Our w**d smoke our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
For life my ni**a I'd grind witcha
I got my own problems f**k all the sh*t you been facin'
Can't count your blessings see you in a situation
Hit you in your melon and your ribs mmwwaa
We can get it on I got a felony to give
Mad when I run out of my w**d or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material
Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you
The 40-cal'll make a ni**a convertible
And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
F**k it just give me a cell next to the TV
They might hate but they ain't tryin' to guard
And sh*t come naturally y'all niggaz tryin' too hard
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
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
My niggaz
Our w**d smoke our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
For life my ni**a 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
I'm on top of my game like I'm standin' on X-box
I'm tryin' to get cheddar f**k f**kin' with hoes
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
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Ni**a they brothers one all chrome and one black
One out of either one'll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz
'Cause my niggaz might spaz out
And start throwin' chairs at niggaz
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
My niggaz
Our w**d smoke our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
For life my ni**a I'd grind witcha
Yeah the people's choice DJ Envy
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