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sheek louch – mighty d-block (2 guns up) lyrics

(feat. d-block)

[intro – jadakiss]
yeah, d-block (green lantern blast that)
everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
who we are, so we tell them
this is d-block, mighty mighty d-block
everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
who we are, so we tell them
this is d-block, mighty mighty d-block
everywhere we go-oh (yeah d-block you b-tch -ss n-gg-s!!)

[verse – jadakiss]
yo it’ll revolve, when i’m mad he’s cool
knife game like daddy kool’s, since valley shoes
this is real life street sh-t, truest and the deepest
known n-gg-s that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
think i give a f-ck what you herb say?
when i got the n-gg- that you trying to be watching my wordplay
now everybody wanna be ‘pac
till they -ss really get popped and they die on the third day
the des’y got a beautiful ring
i can hit any one of y’all, options a beautiful thing
body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth
call me kiss or call me the black babe ruth
that many hits, f-ck that, that mean he bricks
d-block that many n-gg-z’ gats to your lips
my dope is two toned, but i had to change my spot
cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let’s go)

[chorus]
[jadakiss] jada
i’m top five, dead or alive
and that’s just off one lp

word up sheek louch up in your motherf-cking chest!
[scratched] walk witt me.. green lantern!

[jae hood] jae hood
[styles p] two guns up
[jae hood] all i know is b-tches and money, grams and guns
[styles p] here’s why they call me the ghost

[verse – sheek louch]
yo, i don’t give a f-ck about pull out c-ckbacks
spin a motherf-ckers out, empty his chest
leave your motherf-cking whip a mess
all over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh
send n-gg-z to the grave wit they face half gone
stomach ripped open, the beef back on
that n-gg- sheek rude, i’ll spit in your food
tell the women in ya family to suck my d-ck
no respect, f-ck that i’ll murder you quick
mad weapons in your trunk b-tch take your pick
stick a grenade up under your fender
stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, i don’t care about you
you say f-ck sheek louch? well f-ck you too
your father, your mother, the hole you came through
n-gg-z don’t learn till they’re carasined out
lighter to their face they’ll spit gasoline out
you want me dead, i’m right here do it b-tch
make me bleed till i’m motherf-cking fluidless
i ain’t new at this and don’t give a f-ck about you
sheek’ll run up and smack the sh-t out you
i live this sh-t, it’s never gonna stop
open n-gg-z face wit a octopus top
face all ripped up, catch me on the block
sh-lls all loaded up, catch me wit the glock
p-ssy motherf-ckers don’t want no beef
trip n-gg-z down to their platinum teeth
chase you in the house with the all black heat
leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
i talk reckless, i really want the c-ke and the money
but i’ll settle for your necklace
d-block ( [styles p:] two guns up)

[bridge: jadakiss]
everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
who we are, so we tell them
this is d-block, mighty mighty d-block
[scratched] d-block, two guns up
call up hood, hit up ya hood
yo dude skip up street

[verse – jae hood]
i grew up as a young dude, chilling wit them old cats
couldn’t cop crack so i had to slang prozac
f-ck being broke, i’m trying to cop a tan four
trap you up like n-gg-z get p-ssy in the sopranos
you really want beef? i’m busting the tech
i’ll hit you up in the park while you’re doing your sets
it’s ( [jadakiss:] d-block) (yeah yeah y’all!)
you can’t get no streeter n-gg-
i’m nice wit the hands but i’m better wit the heater
old school style stash haze in my sock
i’ll bust at you and turn your ac’ jeep to a drop
you n-gg-z talking like y’all can’t get stuck up
i ain’t an +icon+ but y’all will still +get f-cked up+

[verse – styles p]
as we continue on, your hood you finish
write a suicide note and get a window on
n-gg- that’s the type of sh-t we on
redrum redrum spin it back like a missy song
take a cold heart to twist your mom
but it’s wintertime, shotty under the snorkle
will flip when it’s dinner time
+strange days+ without +angela b-ssett+
middle of the hood n-gg-z handling plastic
gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
and watch ya bread, not get popped by feds
anywhere we gonna be in the hood
wit the burners and the hawks n-gg- p. in the hood (what’s up!)

[outro – jadakiss]
everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
who we are, so we tell them
this is d-block, mighty mighty d-block

- sheek louch lyrics

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