[Intro: Sheek Louch] Hahaha Ya'll know what this is D-Block Oh yeah by the way This is the remix Whoooo! [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss your a** good-bye D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block La da da da da da [Verse 1- Sheek Louch] Ayo the flow is here, the dough is here They gon' call this the hardest remix of the year The wrist is sickled, the nine is nickled The inside tanned, the outer pickled The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured You runnin' your mouth, I'm gettin' you jawed I'm wavin' the blade, I'm tellin' you back up You empty your pockets, I'm pickin' your pack up You can act stupid if you wanna Like you don't know what block I'm in front of I'm out in New York or down in the south I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth They booked me for the clubs in the hood Where niccas scared to go but Sheek Louch good Its loaded when I get out the car like la da da da da [Hook: Sheek Louch] [Verse 2: Fabolous] Yeah D-Block They say hate spread faster than love So the Bentley is black, same color as the mask and the gloves With me, I'mma send a ba*tard a bub Before he get a police to first and last ???? These dickhead n***as, you shoot 'em they bleed cum And two pussies they with, just makin' a threesome They growin' up quick, you gotta buy your seed guns Matic spray magazines before they could read one My gla** jaws had a hell of a we run La da da da da da as we proceed son And I know, every hood got a street flame if not they need one I'm thinkin' short range, give me a sport range And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer Duck when I'm pa**in' by Put your head between your legs, kiss your a** good-bye, braaa [Hook: Sheek Louch] [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] You n***as lost ya'll game, I'm throwin' a rock down Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I sh** all in it All ya'll a** and I'm about to dig all in it I birthed you niccas, I fed and I burped you niccas Quick as that, I will urf you niccas Clothed you n***as, wiped the snot from the nose of you n***as Want not to expose you n***as, fist knife or razor fight I got a year in the day, still played it like they gave me life Can't walk through the jail without shackles and two cops Throwin' sh** on the warden outta the food slop Got connects with pop, he boofin' the weed plants Get my cackies washed, I'm pressed for the food stamps Respected in the jail, a check in the mail I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill You let them DC n***as have secks in your cell You live with a gun, you like gettin' hit from the front You stay on some ish like two !!s with no chick Rumor has it you like your chicks with no !! FYI your PSI said you snitch, how you blow trial and stay on rich Now its time to set it off You got somethin' on ya chest man the tec'll tear it off muaah