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(feat. J-Hood) [J-Hood] Nigga what what what [Sheek] Twin yall niggaz ready [J-Hood] Yeah yeah yeah [Sheek] 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 Can't 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 ain't 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 'cause I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker Alive but you can still pull out liquor Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow Yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X] 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-Hood] J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle Who the fuck want to beef Louch pass me the pistol I'm 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 It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks Like pimples motherfucker I'm 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 7-60's yeah I got 2 One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue When I'm riding on the track like a surf board I'm 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 [Chorus] [Sheek] Seek a fucking crook Stake your house out know what your momma cook Fuck her with a broom Fuck the movie when I'm there it's a panic room Niggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my mother I'm 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 I'm on a fucking bob sled niggaz I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to shout Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out You'll 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 don't see that often [Chorus 4x]
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