(feat. J-Hood)
[J-Hood]
Nigga what what what
[Sheek]
Twin yall niggaz ready
[J-Hood]
yeah yeah yeah
[Sheek]
She here to put the clack clack in this
Crack pack in this
Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus
Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it
So be it take let your boyfriend see it
US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet
Jake did it gon take em up to I D it
Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelry
Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery
Put a hole in a big ass social security
Been this way be for I even reached maturity
Nigga they all book me quicker
Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
Alive but you can still pull out liquor
Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow
yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
D-Block (where my niggaz at)
D-Block (where my bitches at)
D-Block (where them gangstas at)
D-Block (where the shankstas at)
[J-Hood]
J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle
Who the fuck want to beef
Louch pass me the pistol
I'm about to let him ring like a phone
He used to have a good head on his shoulders
But now the shit gone
D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks
It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks
Like pimples motherfucker I'm all in your face
You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced
What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types
Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes
You know those new 7-60's yeah I got 2
One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue
When I'm riding
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