The Lox - D-Block Survivor lyrics

Yeah (Yeah) D block (D block) (New Lox) Envy, whattup my n***a? 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 f** about none of your clique (At all) Or this music, y'all can sound scan my dick (Whoo) I give it to y'all n***az 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 toilet bowl flow, I keep some sh** I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it (All day) (Uh-uh) Like your album ain't sh** unless sheek up on it (Got the exclusive) f** what you drive, I'll see you in hell (Uh-huh) 'Cause I ain't never seen 23's 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? 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***az (n***az) 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 I got my own problems f** all the sh** you been facin' (Uh-huh) (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***az tryin' too hard (Come on) 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 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***az (n***az) 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 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***az 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, descendant 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***az (Watch out) 'Cause my n***az might spaz out and start throwin' chairs at n***az (Whattup) And I know y'all ain't better than hood, y'all n***az liars Leave a hole in you the size of a moped tire 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***az (n***az) 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 Yeah, the people's choice, DJ Envy Fat Shout, Dave McPherson, Epic