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Sheek Louch - D-block lyrics

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D-block by Sheek Louch


(feat. J-Hood)
[J-Hood]
Nigga what
what what
[Sheek]
Twin yall niggaz ready
[J-Hood]
yeah
yeah yeah
[Sheek]
She here to put the clack clack in
this
Crack pack in this
Dick in this like I had a six pack of
Genus
Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
Been nice since Tri Backs can
they kick it
Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it
So be it
take let your boyfriend see it
US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet
Jake
did it gon take em up to I D it
Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about
jewelry
Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery
Put a hole in a big ass
social security
Been this way be for I even reached maturity
Nigga they
all book me quicker
Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
Alive
but you can still pull out liquor
Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to
blow
yeah
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
D-Block (where my niggaz
at)
D-Block (where my b**ches at)
D-Block (where them gangstas
at)
D-Block (where the shankstas at)
[J-Hood]
J-Hizzle clap
for my nizzle
Who the f**k want to beef
Louch pass me the pistol
I'm
about to let him ring like a phone
He used to have a good head on his
shoulders
But now the sh*t gone
D-Block bout to wake the game and get
these bucks
It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking
Chucks
Like pimples motherf**ker I'm all in your face
You like sneakers
when them strings about to get laced
What you need chronic homeboy, we got
all types
f**k your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes
You know
those new 7-60's yeah I got 2
One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry
blue
When I'm riding on the track like a surf board
I'm on the block
pitching what the f**k you think I got the word for
Walk with me motherf**ker
we taking over the streets
Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they
street
[Chorus]
[Sheek]
Seek a f**king
crook
Stake your house out know what your momma cook
f**k her with a
broom
f**k the movie when I'm there its a panic room
Niggaz start to
stutter, please don't cut my mother
I'm too f**king gutter clip on top of
each other
2 twelve gages take you threw the stages
Bullets running low
but yours been there for ages
Cob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a
f**king bob sled niggaz
I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to
shout
Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out
You'll get pretzeled up
twist in half
Long sh*t with the black spots like a giraffe
Clear my path
when the guy walking
How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my
coffin
Besides D-Block I don't see that often
[Chorus 4x]



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