Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss] D-Block (Yeah, D-Block) D-Block (Green Lantern, blast that, daddy) Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block Everywhere we go— (D-Block, you bitch-ass niggas), uh, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss] The revolve' or the mati's cool Knife game like Daddy Cool since Bally shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known niggas that go to jail just to get their teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herbs say? When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be Pac 'Til they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Dese' got a beautiful ring And I can hit any one of y'all – options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth Call me Kiss, or call me the Black Babe Ruth (Woo) That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks (Yeah) D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips (D-Block) My dope is two-toned, but I had to change my spot 'Cause it turned into a Drug-Free School Zone (Let's go) [Interlude: Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, J-Hood & Styles P] J-A-D-A I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP Word up, Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest Walk— Walk with me Jae Hood Two guns up All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns Here's why they call me The Ghost (Yo) [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] I don't give a fuck about pull out, cock back Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest Leave your motherfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in back seat, pieces of flesh Send niggas to the grave with they face half-gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in your family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that, I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick Stick a grenade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in your blender, I don't care about you You say "Fuck Sheek Louch?!" Well, fuck you too (Uh-huh) Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggas don't learn 'til they kerosened out Lighter to their face and spit gasoline out You want me dead? I'm right here, do it, bitch Make me bleed 'til I'm motherfucking fluidless I ain't new at this, and don't give a fuck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon' stop Open niggas' face with a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me with the Glock Pussy motherfuckers don't want no beef Strip niggas down to their platinum teeth (Uh) Chase you in the house with the all-black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet (Haha) I talk reckless I really want the coke and the money, but I'll settle for your necklace D-Block (Two guns up) [Chorus: Jadakiss] Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block [Interlude: J-Hood] D-Block, two guns up Call up Hood, hit up your hood then we skip up street (Yo, Hood, what up?) [Verse 3: J-Hood] I grew up as a young dude, chilling with them old cats Couldn't cop crack, so I had to slang Prozacs (Woo!) Fuck being broke, I'm tryna cop a tan 4 Trap you up like niggas get Pussy in 'The Sopranos' You really want beef? I'm busting the TEC I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets It's D-Block (Yeah, yeah, y'all), can't get no street-er Nigga, I'm nice with the hands, but I'm better with the heater Old school style, stash haze in my sock I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop (Yeah) Y'all niggas talking like y'all can't get stuck up (Let's go, Hood) I ain't an Icon, but y'all will still "Get Fucked Up" (Yeah) [Verse 4: Styles P] As we continue on, your hood, you finished (Your hood) Write a suicide note and get a window on (Yeah) Nigga, that's the type of shit we on "Redrum, redrum" – spin it back like a Missy song Take a cold heart to twist your mom, but it's wintertime Shotty under the snorkel, flip when it's dinner time (Yeah) 'Strange Days' without Angela Bassett (Strange days) Middle of the hood, niggas handling plastic (All that) Gotta watch your head and not get popped with lead (Uh) And watch your bread, not get popped by Feds (Uh-huh) Anywhere we gon' be in the hood (Yeah) With the burners and the hawks, nigga, being the hood [Chorus: Jadakiss] Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh) Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block