Yeah Uh Huh, D Block D Block, You with me Louch? You know it my nigga Yeah I know Yeah You know why we do this right? Why's that dog? Make these niggaz feel us all the time, everytime Walk wit' us Are we the best or what? Who the fuck else Yo, we do nothin', we are nothin' I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nothin' I ain't pullin' my gun if I won't shoot shit, that's useless I'll kill ya whole family, that's ruthless, you could die nigga I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you I got a problem with you, I'mma let the heat whistle This is real shit, nigga I peel shit I'm harder than concrete and steel mixed I wanna kill niggaz You think it's part of the verse, it's part of the curse And I don't really feel niggaz They say stop the violence, but I gotta join in it I'm in the hooptie with 3 Ki's a boy in it This is pay day, fuck what they say D Block, grab your handguns and A-K's Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nothin' to me, to me Ayo, ayo, yo it's the baby faced gangster, product of my enviornment Hoodied up, stickin' your grandfather for his retirement Talkin' super hard when I know that you bitch-made Stab ya ass in the espohigus with a switchblade Take it out and straight saw off your ribcage Pour gasoline on the matress where your kids lay J Hood, D Block, respect the name and the click Whoever ain't feelin' this song could suck my dick Garbage bag around your brother head, smother him out To make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin' him out Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots They can't determine the 'cause of your death in your autops' You scared? Don't come outside, the streets is serious My ribs touchin', I'm starvin', trigger happy, and furious We could do it whenever, wherever, nigga set a date Remember to ask the doc if he could replace your face Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nothin' to me, to me Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nothin' to me, to me Ayo, kill one of mine, I'mma kill one of yours It ain't bitin' for base, but they still want it raw Y'all niggaz think y'all do dirt, we do it more My man turned 14 shirts into a store Now you could get it from us, we got enough of it The dead president dope Chris Tucker was fuckin' with There's 2 things, ether the jail or the cemetary Hammers and the Hawks is on the itinorary Anywhere, any block, clap any iron And beat niggaz 'til you can't identify 'em D Block my nigga To the niggaz on cure perscription and Ki-lock my nigga What, it don't mean nuthin' And you got the rights to bang a nigga wherever you want if he frontin' We done starved together and burned some scriller Now we doin' it again, it's your turn gorilla Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me Uh, you want it with who? You can't be talkin' to Louch or none of his crew We poppin' you quick, put big knives in you, bitch, get off our dick White Air's and white T's get filthy quick And we ain't caughin' or sneezin', but the camp is sick Uh, stop frontin', y'all don't wanna pull triggers Lifetime, sex In the city ass niggaz Spit it for the hood and the gritty ass niggaz Put big scars on the pretty ass niggaz I'll pull up wit' a hooptie at a black tie affair And smack the fuck out a boozie nigga like a bear Crime don't pay, who the fuck said that? How much you think I'm gettin' for his chain, where my gat? Nigga act up, I'll let it rip in his back You know who it is from coast to coast Thug niggaz keep clappin' ya toast, what up? Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me Bang that shit off, clap that kid up Stomp that kid out, don't let him get up Any block frontin', gon' wet that shit up It don't mean nuthin' to me, to me © JAE'WON PUBLISHING; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; STONE DIAMOND MUSIC CORPORATION; SHEEK LOUCHION; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; PANIRO'S PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com