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feat havoc noyd styles j hood alchemist – d block 2 qb (feat. havoc, noyd, styles & j-hood) – alchemist lyrics

[j-hood:] whattup? d-block to qb n-gg-, get at me
[havoc:] it’s another one of those, a-l-c things
[jadakiss:] {“it’s the ryders and the mobb”}
{“yo alchemist, drop that new sh-t for ’em right fast”}
[noyd:] this is it homie, we gon’ go with this one right here
[jadakiss:] {“it’s the ryders and the mobb”}
[noyd:]
aiyyo, i’m never empty-handed, understand dunn?
i keep a fistful of cash, the other on some -ss son
smack the sh-t out n-gg-z like handball, or i give ’em a fair one
they ain’t gon’ do nothin i dare ’em
i hear ’em, “he a gangsta, he don’t take cr-p
until i point this cali’ at him, tell him take that”
in fact, i’m about to blow but that you already know
sh-t i just strap holdin cracks just a minute ago
now i’m in a jag with a rag and the tints is low
and you mad cause you a f-g and your chick’s a ho
yeah she been around more than any b-tch i know
you should be glad though, i taught her everything she knows
whatchu reachin fo’? what i done touched a nerve?
you wanna hurt somethin now you know i’m f-ckin your bird?
cause that’s my word, front like you want a war
and homie we can settle the score, whatchu waitin for?
[j-hood:]
yo, i’m the tracy mcgrady of the sh-t, i take you right to a hole
shove the tip of the nose of the silencer right in your nose
y’all n-gg-z is degenerates
it don’t make sense to do business with a n-gg-, if you ain’t gon’ benefit
f-ck a bentley and a jet, i’m gutter n-gg- check it
all i need is two-point-five and a couple intrepids
it’s drama, i ain’t starin you down
i’ma clap ya forehead and dump you on one of them merry-go-rounds
we put the packs of crack in the streets to get you a stack
it’s been acid since they made the first box of cracker jacks
beat in the staircase purple’d out, rollin a phat
bottle of ‘gnac next to me, on my lap is the mac
if slums h-t you they takin your arms
d-block have the kind of weapons that bush, tried to take from saddam
from y-o, to your hood, to qb
catch me thuggin it out shootin dice twistin up a o-z
y’all f-ggots don’t know me, it’s no remorse
when hollows rip through your corpse
homicide’ll find you dead on your porch
[jadakiss:] {“it’s the ryders and the mobb”}
[havoc:]
that’s what i’m talkin ’bout, yo, yeah.
like white on rice, i’ll be on you, you couldn’t even shake me off
be in your chest like a smoker’s cough
put the hammer in your mouth and have you suckin it off
like a ho tryin to stop ‘fore she find the law
you in the club, you’s a thug, why you playin the door?
like you know somethin i don’t playa then put me on
you cowards so nervous, i got broads that’ll get it on
with any fella and think before they talk
mine like a n-gg- on the road takin his last walk
and when i come n-gg-z kiss they cross
you know you done f-cked up now
n-gg-z talkin just to be talkin, ain’t nothin sweet but the pound
repeatly vow, they never go against the grain
know i been doin it, since a little stain
[gun c-cks] pull a hammer, move you right out the lane
n-gg-z talkin out they -ss like you just sniffed ‘caine
[styles p:]
my n-gg-z live life for the death wish
smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that i’m breathless
wanna send my ghost to the essence
go ‘head n-gg-, i don’t care i heard the light was fluorescent
n-gg-z count they ones but never they blessings
’til they at the wrong end out of the wesson
d-block five star general
+die hard+ like bruce willis n-gg-, i could put a end to you
ruff rydin soldier, cold as antarctica
i’ma make the plans to pick your man’s daughter up
big .45 in the sweats of my nautica
fifty-five bricks when i’m tryin to pick my order up
all my n-gg-z flow, n-body watered up
shoot ’til the gun empty, then n-gg-z saught it up
anytime p in the booth, n-gg- record it up
g-host toast, i kill n-gg-z when the quarter’s up [echoes]

- feat havoc noyd styles j hood alchemist lyrics

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