Sheek Louch - D-Block/Dipset lyrics

[Sheek Louch] Yeah! Woo! Sheek Louch! Y.O. what up? They were waitin for this dog Ayo Jim Jones! (Harlem!) You ready? Let's go! [Sheek Louch] Ayo back off the boat, unload the dope Untie the rope, this is not soap Get it out the water, complete my order Get it down to florida, Sheek's so smarter Before only count to ten like a kindergarder I got no patience, I don't like waitin' See my homey in the rear, say hello to Satan I'm that blatant, y'all can keep hatin' Cuz I'll take a b**h out without datin' You know what I'm sk**ed in Keep the guns and the coke in the trump buildin' Keep the deers and the raccoon arround my children Give'm fresh air, kinda mad but the school system best there And I'm still a thug keep the white tee Over the banana incase one of these gorillas bug D-Block Dipset get ya sh** plugged [Chorus: repeat 2X] D-Block (Styles P), Dipset Dipset (Jim Jones) D-Block hawk work, heat co*ked (Styles P), bang on a n***a (Jim Jones) Big money, hotels, fast cars, mad women, liqor drinks' weed smoke (Styles P) Hang on a n***a (Jim Jones) [Jim Jones] On the way to Fifteenth as I speed up Eigth Y'all High off the drug make me see it like Ray Charles Night on the block blowin' weed with my shades on Bang, stop f**in', f** you get ya ace on Nah but they don't do it like we do Pull up to the hood but the roof is all see through So is my trial gettin' closa Down in Miami puttin miles on the Rosta Feds got mommy's child on the posta But I ain't gon' snitch, not on my Cosa Nostra I'm out on bail, but I'm livin' it up Until the day I get nailed, I ain't givin' a f** You gotta find me guilty. New York's most wanted Tearin' up the streets in a Porcshe gettin' blunted In and out of court with my lawyer Goons outside, somethin' sporty with a spoiler [Chorus] [Hell Rell] Bout to wrap them things up all I need is some plastic Got ya suit and tie ready, all you need is ya casket Half a million off of dope and I'm still in the hood fella n***as respect me like uncle Paulie in Goodfellas And whoever you get ya coke from I'm their supplier Homey I watch the Wire, n***a you wear the wire Hop out the ferrari spyda co*k it back then put two in his Ed Hardy visor It's mister Ruger n***a I made my money off of crack spots and hood extortions f** cars, I'm about to have a bullet auction Goin' once, goin' twice Sold to the n***a who think he tough cuz he hard cuz he on home parole [Jadakiss] Yeah listen co*ks**ers I got bullets for each of you If nothin' else at least I know my dreams is reachable People say I changed but I think I'm the same brother DB 9 in the Vanquish is the same colour Potato salad white, them haters gotta fight The scrilla is on stash the weight is outta sight Dope money to rap money, still on the same route I ain't miss a game since T-Bo came out Way under the radar, stay offroad I'm on the side gettin' haze and the yay off slow I'm the studio right now in playoff mode Work till' you die, never take a day off yo Yeah [Chorus]