D.B.L.O.C.K.

Funkmaster Flex & Styles P & Sheek Louch & Jadakiss & J-Hood - Rap, USA
D.B.L.O.C.K.
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[Intro: Sheek Louch] Yeah This is D-Block Welcome [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] [?] Sheek [?] label up his sleve Y'all can't breathe The boy Louch a headake, pass the Aleve I reinvented myself, I change with time Through a C.E.O. [?] stepped up my rhymes It's time for this nigga to shine [?] same patern [?] for a minute, Imma change the design Nothing change, you can still walk with me But get a fresh buck fifty That hammer still tucked in my dickies Still fucking with these bitches, the [?] is sticky The same niggas everyday, god is picky And even though I ain't go plat yet, Sheek got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set I spit like I been dead Holla at me, you a [?] think I was your father, minous the grey chin hair Rich na, but I holla back when I get there [Chorus: Styles P] D. B.L.O.C.K Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge And fuck the D.A D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga we good, nigga we hood We let the heat spray D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga you lame, watch the game Ain't no instant replay D.B.L.O.C.K On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?] [Verse 2: J-Hood] [?] Imma blow passed my expectations Do [?] couple million, gangstas in the hood waiting For me to drop that vocal coke, the numb [?] [?] small [?] we goons and baboons Niggas with artillery, [?] even though they make [?] change my fate, wanna see me in custody [?] niggas fake [?] sligh as a fox Soft pack the Glock, my flow contagious like small pocks J-Hood, D-Block Motherfuckers is [?] Running your mouth, talking loud But you ain't saying a word [?] get clapped, tryna die over rap It ain't worth it, plus [?] I spit rawer than crack On the track, bagging and serve it to the niggas in the ghetto Bet my life, my album sell more than the second Nintendo [?] faggets can't see me If you try, you getting wet up like a fifty [?] [Chorus: Styles P] D. B.L.O.C.K Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge And fuck the D.A D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga we good, nigga we hood We let the heat spray D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga you lame, watch the game Ain't no instant replay D.B.L.O.C.K On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?] [Verse 3: Styles P] I go to hell if my niggas was dead Drinking liquor, blowing L's, like I'm living in [?] Matter fact y'all food, I'm the dinner [?] And I can't go to heaven, I be sinning in there Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips Got a few hundred pounds, move [?] on my strip Niggas leave off the block when I'm on my shit Got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what? From a place where faces get cut Niggas is taping you up They gon' bring you to a place in the cut This real dirty, this some seven thirty niggas start breaking you up I wear a mask like it's a masquerade Cause I got beef with niggas like me, that'll blast away Listen dawg, I'm tryna last today So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollos to mash away Yeah [Chorus: Styles P] D. B.L.O.C.K Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge And fuck the D.A D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga we good, nigga we hood We let the heat spray D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga you lame, watch the game Ain't no instant replay D.B.L.O.C.K On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?] [Verse 4: Jadakiss] Since they say life's a gamble, well fuck it, I got bank I'm on the subway Tongue in my [?] I'm like Frank You being a thug wrong, we was in the bullpen, I have you standing up [?] singing love songs When you go to buss a nigga, always remember Never trust a nigga And don't forget to put your gloves on Niggas [?] whatever they making It's getting cold and the weather is breaking Sales is dropping, ten PM, cells is locking Drama hour on D-Block, the jail is rocking Real life family, we ain't gang members, but we still bang niggas, and we keep them things with us We both got the seven, but your's is the fourty five, mine is the sixty Color of rice crispies Yeah, so go ahead, with your newborn rap, nigga Puss like a newborn cat Let's get it poppin [Chorus: Styles P] D. B.L.O.C.K Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge And fuck the D.A D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga we good, nigga we hood We let the heat spray D.B.L.O.C.K Nigga you lame, watch the game Ain't no instant replay D.B.L.O.C.K On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?]
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Credits
- Writers
- Styles P
- Sheek Louch
- Jadakiss
- J-Hood