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