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d-block – everything ya got lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
put ’em in the air, motherf+cker, or pop back
show me that that gun work, you talking is like that
’cause i’ma take everything, to the engagement ring
to a little italian bags, the whole ba+da+bing
sheek on his pirate sh+t, 1 patch, 1 room [?]
working out, eating salmon, on some diet sh+t
waiting for n+ggas to c+ck back and try it sh+t
f+ck that, i go to war with the blue suit
just for fun, i clap at n+ggas that’s too cute
eat a d+ck, you ain’t saying nothing sl!ck to a can of oil
i used to run around with a stick and [?] foil
had to fall back, ’cause my mama blood pressure would boil
used to roll with universal, but that sh+t was [?]
now with cotch, i think i’ll cop everything
i don’t play, i aim at your head and say
n+gga

[verse 2: j+hood]
i take everything you got, like a n+gga on [?]
[?] sh+t flip twice, and put it on my man [?]
i ain’t asking you for sh+t, [?] make you come out [?]
p miller style, uh, i’ma see if he ’bout it
i want everything, b+tch, strip down to your socks
just for thinking you can f+ck with j+hood and d+block
[?]
you already know what it is, n+gga, you [?]
you used to having [?] now it’s owned by me
[?] f+ck back before i call louch and p
i don’t need to at all, i handle y’all on my dolo
y’all disgusting with this h0m+ rap, it’s f+cking up my mojo
i done took everything, y’all could possibly give
shut your mouth and be happy, that i’m letting you live
split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]
[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]
[verse 3: styles p]
take everything you got, like you gave it, n+gga
catch you at the a.t.m., go in your savings, n+gga
or else get hit with the sh+t that i’m waving, n+gga
give up your cable, n+gga
or i’ma make sure you disabled, n+gga
not able to move, or able to speak
that’s how it is if a n+gga ain’t able to eat
i could see the victim in him, the b+tch in him
while i get the money, i [?] in him
sentimental n+gga, moving slow, gun b+tt him in the temple, n+gga, tell his ass hurry up
or we gon’ hit him in he stomach with the pump
let it dump till this man thinking he throwing f+cking curry up
you know the ghetto real, you know the motto
we get them fore they get us
bury them for they bury us
never put my sh+t away
blow a splif away
asking them b+tch n+ggas, wouldn’t you like to get away?

- d block lyrics

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