Styles P - D Block lyrics

[Sheek] Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block) {New LOX!} Envy, whattup my n***a? {Featurin J-Hood} Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C'mon!} If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you {Yeah!} Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you I don't give a fu*k about none of your clique (at all) Or this music, y'all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!) I give it to y'all n***as simple and plain (uh-huh) Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game Y'all muh'f**ers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch') I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some sh** I'm the best out right now (all day) none of y'all want it (uh-uh) Like your album ain't sh** unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive) fu*k what you drive, I'll see you in hell (uh-huh) Cause I ain't never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!} D-Block the label that'll pop it all Walk with me and I ain't puttin out nothin soft (c'mon) Even talkin to a b**h I'm thuggin her out (yeah) Sheek Luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP? [Chorus: Styles] I'ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade D-Block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave My gangstas (gangstas) my n***as (n***as) Our weed smoke, our liquor Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker (D-Block!) It go down I'm bustin my nine witcha (D-Block!) I get knocked I'm doin my time witcha (D-Block!) For life my n***a I'd grind witcha [Jadakiss] I got my own problems (uh-huh) f** all the sh** you been facin (f** it) Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation (that's right) Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA! We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it) Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh) Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you (you don't even know) The 40-cal'll make a n***a convertible {Yeah!} And if the judge and the jury don't believe me f** it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!) They might hate but they ain't tryin to guard (uh-uh) And sh** come naturally, y'all n***as tryin too hard Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God 'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West (D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what [Chorus] [J. Hood] Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline I don't a**ociate with n***as that talk to cops (uh-uh) I'm on top of my game like I'm standin on X-Box I'm tryin to get cheddar, f** f**in with hoes (f** it) I'm tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004 We got dimes and dubs of haze And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway I'm a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!) Got two chrome Glocks that resemble each other n***a they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah) One out of either one'll lay you on your back So watch how you stare at n***as (watch out) Cause my n***as might spaz out and start throwin chairs at n***as (whattup) And I know y'all ain't better than Hood, y'all n***as liars Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire [Chorus] [DJ Envy] Yeah, the People's Choice, DJ Envy Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)