| Lyrics: | Whoo, yeah, turn it up
Alchemist, you know what to do
Bump that, turn it up, whoo
Crazy
daddy
[Sheek Louch]
A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear
Fuck
for the month I want the verse of the year
I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya
hair
Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain't the new
millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.
I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC
Don't
get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch
Cause I ain't got time, I'm
not near rich
We could let it drop or we could let it pop
Make your decision 'fore I make my
incision
Head on collision, head-body division
Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin
pigeon
Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave
[Chorus]
Yeah, D-Block is
knockin, turn it up
We got it poppin, turn it up
We comin for y'all, turn it up
Niggaz
they droppin, turn it up
We got the streets locked, turn it up
If it's beef let your heat
cock, turn it up
Welcome to D-Block, turn it up
Cause we don't fuck around
[Sheek
Louch]
What, that nigga Sheek is the truth
You would think he had a stripper inside how he
go hard in the booth
Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof
Presto magic, like where did
his chest go?
Think not homie, got a ziploc on me
Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my
dickie
Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended
Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the
rented
I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant
This is D-Block, join us, don't get
offended
Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off
Plus I already know that most of
y'all is soft
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