Artist: DJ Envy f/ J. Hood, The L.O.X. Album: Blok Party Vol. 1 Song: D Block
[Sheek] Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block) {New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood} 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 FUCK about none of your clique (at all) Or this music, y'all can SoundScan 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'fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch') I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh) Like your album ain't shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive) FUCK what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh) Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!} D-Block the label that'll pop it all Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon) Even talkin to a bitch I'm thuggin her out (yeah) Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?
[Chorus: Styles] 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 (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz) Our weed smoke, our liquor Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker (D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha (D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha (D-Block!) For life my nigga I'd grind witcha
[Jadakiss] I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA! We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it) Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh) Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know) The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!} And if the judge and the jury don't believe me Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!) They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh) And shit 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 (D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what
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[J. Hood] 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 (uh-uh) I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box I'm tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it) 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, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!) Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah) One out of either one'll lay you on your back So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out) Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup) 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
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[DJ Envy] Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)
Let me break it down I'ma nigga to Ryde or Die homey 2 Gunz Up or they either on my side homey I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you Ryde on me You opened ya mouth but believe I can shut it nigga P ain't the barber but ya face I can shut it nigga Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga Extraordinary Gentlemen just like Tom Sawyer nigga, yeah Bust the rifle from far away And I'm still tryna figure the triflin'est part of day Is it morning when the fiends cop Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come I'm smoked out with a machine gun I'm in something all black know I'm always on the lean son Steady lookin' for the cream ma And I'm probably with a bad bitch But I'm usually for delf where I'm headed where the cash is When you come through the hood get a pass like Steve Nash kid Cause shit thicker than molasses; get blasted
[Snyp Life:] They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme So I make sure my next one bring back time So niggaz can reminiese when they last had shine Through my lines see that's heart felt Make a cold heart melt Gring ain't for everybody homie get a new route Re-in' with the same shit you only see the same shit 'Se goin' through them shoot outs my niggaz did the same shit And they bang 'fits and they 'on't care who you came with Me I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip Turnin' rags to chips put that hawk in ya face 'fore I squeeze my clip I 'on't clap back I pop first read my lips 3-5-4 nigga the shit so tell ya men And for my nigga P I'm puttin' it in till this shit end You know what it is one for the Block two for the Team Screamin' 2 Gunz Up while I'm strippin' ya gleam yo
[Straw:] Ever since Straw small truck the mercedes You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump the way it drive the streets crazy The flows crack 60 for a verse is a pack And 16 keep the fiends comin' back It got me where I can't be without my hard hat Teflon long sleeve and a large gat Heat seekin' shells attract to ya body heat And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that It's too easy niggaz can't handle my beef it's too greasy 500 SL Benz with 3 TVs Narc scope radar lens with green screens; built in beams And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine Tryna figure out the best route boat or tha train Cause wit 9:11 crime feds watchin' the planes It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate mane
[Bully:] Comin' to box the S knockin' A Tribe Called Quest I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness I'm with the host the Ghost We gave you toast to coast it's 354 bitch you supposed to know I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you wit it There never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for diguise Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan The Rugers cocked; I'm patiently waitin' P just gimme the word on these herbs that's my word Mail his head to his mom in a jar that preserve Hannibal Lector style nigga dinner served Still got birds with curves that move birds Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches that's nerds Get in where yo fit in motherfucker that's my word
