Styles P - D Block to QB lyrics

[J-Hood] Whattup? D-Block to QB n***a, get at me [Havoc] It's another one of those, A-L-C things {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} {"Yo Alchemist, drop that new sh** for 'em right fast"} [Noyd] This is it homie, we gon' go with this one right here {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} [Noyd] Aiyyo, I'm never empty-handed, understand dunn? I keep a fistful of cash, the other on some a** son Smack the sh** out n***as like handball, or I give 'em a fair one They ain't gon' do nothin I dare 'em I hear 'em, "He a gangsta, he don't take crap Until I point this cali' at him, tell him take that" In fact, I'm about to blow but that you already know sh** I just strap holdin cracks just a minute ago Now I'm in a Jag with a rag and the tints is low And you mad cause you a f*g and your chick's a ho Yeah she been around more than any b**h I know You should be glad though, I taught her everything she knows Whatchu reachin fo'? What I done touched a nerve? You wanna hurt somethin now you know I'm f**in your bird? Cause that's my word, front like you want a war And homie we can settle the score, whatchu waitin for? [J-Hood] Yo, I'm the Tracy McGrady of the sh**, I take you right to a hole Shove the tip of the nose of the silencer right in your nose Y'all n***as is degenerates It don't make sense to do business with a n***a, if you ain't gon' benefit f** a Bentley and a jet, I'm gutter n***a check it All I need is two-point-five and a couple Intrepids It's drama, I ain't starin you down I'mma clap ya forehead and dump you on one of them merry-go-rounds We put the packs of crack in the streets to get you a stack It's been acid since they made the first box of Cracker Jacks Beat in the staircase purple'd out, rollin a phat Bottle of 'gnac next to me, on my lap is the mac These slugs hit you they takin your arms D-Block got the kind of weapons that Bush, tried to take from Saddam From Y-O, to your hood, to QB Catch me thuggin it out shootin dice twistin up a O-Z Y'all f*ggots don't know me, it's no remorse When hollows rip through your corpse Homicide'll find you dead on your porch {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss} [Havoc] That's what I'm talkin 'bout, yo, yeah.. Like white on rice, I'll be on you, you couldn't even shake me off Be in your chest like a smoker's cough Put the hammer in your mouth and have you s**in it off Like a ho tryin to stop 'fore she find the law You in the club, you's a thug, why you playin the door? Like you know somethin I don't playa then put me on You cowards so nervous, I got broads that'll get it on With any fella and think before they talk Mine like a n***a on the road takin his last walk And when I come n***as kiss they cross You know you done f**ed up now n***as talkin just to be talkin, ain't nothin sweet but the pound Repeatly vow, they never go against the grain Know I been doin it, since a little stain {*gun co*ks*} Pull a hammer, move you right out the lane n***as talkin out they a** like you just sniffed 'caine [Styles P] My n***as live life with a d**h wish Smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that I'm breathless Wanna send my ghost to the essence Go head n***a, I don't care I heard the light was fluorescent n***as count they ones but never they blessings 'Til they at the wrong end out of the Wesson D-Block five star general Die Hard like Bruce Willis n***a, I could put a end to you Ruff Ryder soldier, cold as Antarctica I'ma make the plans to pick your man's daughter up Big .45 in the sweats of my Nautica Fifty-five bricks when I'm tryin to pick my order up All my n***as flow, nobody watered up Shoot 'til the gun empty, then n***as sort it up Anytime P in the booth, n***a record it up G-host toast, I k** n***as when the quarter's up