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the alchemist - d block to qb lyrics

[j-hood] whattup? d-block to qb n-gga, get at me
[havoc] it’s another one of those, a-l-c things
{“it’s the ryders and the mobb” – jadakiss}
{“yo alchemist, drop that new sh-t for ’em right fast”}
[noyd] this is it homie, we gon’ go with this one right here
{“it’s the ryders and the mobb” – jadakiss}

[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-ggas 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-ggas is degenerates
it don’t make sense to do business with a n-gga, if you ain’t gon’ benefit
f-ck a bentley and a jet, i’m gutter n-gga check it
all i need is two-point-five and a couple intrepids
it’s drama, i ain’t starin you down
i’mma 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
these slugs hit you they takin your arms
d-block got 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

{“it’s the ryders and the mobb” – jadakiss}

[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-gga on the road takin his last walk
and when i come n-ggas kiss they cross
you know you done f-cked up now
n-ggas 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-ggas talkin out they -ss like you just sniffed ‘caine

[styles p]
my n-ggas live life with a death wish
smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that i’m breathless
wanna send my ghost to the essence
go head n-gga, i don’t care i heard the light was fluorescent
n-ggas 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-gga, i could put a end to you
ruff ryder 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-ggas flow, n0body watered up
shoot ’til the gun empty, then n-ggas sort it up
anytime p in the booth, n-gga record it up
g-host toast, i k!ll n-ggas when the quarter’s up

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