Whoo, yeah, turn it up Alchemist, you know what to do Bump that, turn it up, whoo Crazy daddy A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear Fuck for the month, I want the verse of the year I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair Perm like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the millennium raw, Kool G or K.R I'm just doin' me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MC Don't get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list Unless you a bitch 'cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich We could let it drop or we could let it pop Make your decision 'fore I make my incision Head on collision, head-body division Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin' pigeon Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave Yeah, D-Block is knockin', turn it up We got it poppin', turn it up We comin' for y'all, turn it up Niggaz they droppin', turn it up We got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up 'Cause we don't fuck around What? That nigga Sheek is the truth You would think he had a stripper inside How he go hard in the booth Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof Presto magic, like where did his chest go? Think not homie, got a ziploc on me Of that sticky-icky in the pocket of my dickie Just drunk at half of sixty, kinda bended Hat low, knockin', bout to fuck up the rented I'm a general, I stepped up from a lieutenant This is D-block, join us, don't get offended 'Cause I ain't lettin' up and you ain't lettin' off Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft The hood love me, put it in the air for me And boy cop mix tapes if they don't hear from me Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy I'm too smart on the streets you fuckin' dummy Yeah, D-Block is knockin', turn it up We got it poppin', turn it up We comin' for y'all, turn it up Niggaz they droppin', turn it up We got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up 'Cause we don't fuck around A'yo, real niggaz relate to me Jealous niggaz can't wait to send The shell of a tray eight through me Don't miss 'cause it's, uh oh like Lumi Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy I bail it all to you, I give you my life I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife I'm takin' it there even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck screamin' black power I ain't gon lie, that shit could wash off in the shower 'Cause I don't care what color you are Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car I'm not a star, I'm a nigga that'll issue the scar I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him at the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook A'yo Alchemist, bring in the hook, let's go Yeah, D-Block is knockin', turn it up We got it poppin', turn it up We comin' for y'all, turn it up Niggaz they droppin', turn it up We got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up 'Cause we don't fuck around © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; SHEEK LOUCHION; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; A MAMAN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com