[Sheek]
Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block)
{New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood}
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C`mon!}
If the hammer don`t work then the pump gon` get you {Yeah!}
Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I don`t give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all)
Or this music, y`all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!)
I give it to y`all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh)
Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game
Y`all muh`fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch`)
I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit
I`m the best out right now (all day) none of y`all want it (uh-uh)
Like your album ain`t shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive)
FUCK what you drive, I`ll see you in hell (uh-huh)
Cause I ain`t never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!}
D-Block the label that`ll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain`t puttin out nothin soft (c`mon)
Even talkin to a bitch I`m thuggin her out (yeah)
Sheek Luch`, y`all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?
[Chorus: Styles]
I`ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade
D-Block `til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can`t find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D-Block!) It go down I`m bustin my nine witcha
(D-Block!) I get knocked I`m doin my time witcha
(D-Block!) For life my nigga I`d grind witcha
[Jadakiss]
I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it)
Can`t count your blessings, see you in a situation (that`s right)
Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA!
We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it)
Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh)
Funny thing is you don`t even know how I`ll murder you (you don`t even know)
The 40-cal`ll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!}
And if the judge and the jury don`t believe me
Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!)
They might hate but they ain`t tryin to guard (uh-uh)
And shit come naturally, y`all niggaz tryin too hard
Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God
`For a sign in PC, I`d rather die in the yard
And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West
(D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what
[Chorus]
[J. Hood]
Yo, I was told life is what you make and I`ma make the best of mine
The slugs out the fo`-fifth`ll make your chest decline
I don`t associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh)
I`m on top of my game like I`m standin on X-Box
I`m tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it)
I`m tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004
We got dimes and dubs of haze
And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway
I`m a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!)
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah)
One out of either one`ll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out)
Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup)
And I know y`all ain`t better than Hood, y`all niggaz liars
Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire
[Chorus]
[DJ Envy]
Yeah, the People`s Choice, DJ Envy
Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)
