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D.B.L.O.C.K. Lyrics by D-Block

The CD/DVD Mixtape

2006

[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah
This is D-Block
Welcome

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
[?] Sheek [?] label up his sleve
Y'all can’t breathe
The boy Louch a headake, pass the Aleve
I reinvented myself, I change with time
Through a C.E.O. [?] stepped up my rhymes
It's time for this nigga to shine
[?] same patern [?] for a minute, Imma change the design
Nothing change, you can still walk with me
But get a fresh buck fifty
That hammer still tucked in my dickies
Still fucking with these bitches, the [?] is sticky
The same niggas everyday, god is picky
And even though I ain't go plat yet, Sheek got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set
I spit like I been dead
Holla at me, you a [?] think I was your father, minous the grey chin hair
Rich na, but I holla back when I get there

[Chorus: Styles P]
D. B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain’t no instant replay
D.B.L.O.C.K
On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?]

[Verse 2: J-Hood]
[?] Imma blow passed my expectations
Do [?] couple million, gangstas in the hood waiting
For me to drop that vocal coke, the numb [?]
[?] small [?] we goons and baboons
Niggas with artillery, [?] even though they make
[?] change my fate, wanna see me in custody
[?] niggas fake
[?] sligh as a fox
Soft pack the Glock, my flow contagious like small pocks
J-Hood, D-Block
Motherfuckers is [?]
Running your mouth, talking loud
But you ain't saying a word
[?] get clapped, tryna die over rap
It ain't worth it, plus [?] I spit rawer than crack
On the track, bagging and serve it to the niggas in the ghetto
Bet my life, my album sell more than the second Nintendo
[?] faggets can't see me
If you try, you getting wet up like a fifty [?]

[Chorus: Styles P]
D. B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D.B.L.O.C.K
On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?]

[Verse 3: Styles P]
I go to hell if my niggas was dead
Drinking liquor, blowing L's, like I'm living in [?]
Matter fact y'all food, I’m the dinner [?]
And I can’t go to heaven, I be sinning in there
Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips
Got a few hundred pounds, move [?] on my strip
Niggas leave off the block when I'm on my shit
Got my hands in my pants, and they ain’t on my dick
Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what?
From a place where faces get cut
Niggas is taping you up
They gon' bring you to a place in the cut
This real dirty, this some seven thirty niggas start breaking you up
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade
Cause I got beef with niggas like me, that'll blast away
Listen dawg, I’m tryna last today
So if I see tomorrow, I'm grabbing these hollos to mash away
Yeah

[Chorus: Styles P]
D. B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D.B.L.O.C.K
On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?]

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Since they say life's a gamble, well fuck it, I got bank
I'm on the subway
Tongue in my [?] I'm like Frank
You being a thug wrong, we was in the bullpen, I have you standing up [?] singing love songs
When you go to buss a nigga, always remember
Never trust a nigga
And don't forget to put your gloves on
Niggas [?] whatever they making
It's getting cold and the weather is breaking
Sales is dropping, ten PM, cells is locking
Drama hour on D-Block, the jail is rocking
Real life family, we ain't gang members, but we still bang niggas, and we keep them things with us
We both got the seven, but your's is the fourty five, mine is the sixty
Color of rice crispies
Yeah, so go ahead, with your newborn rap, nigga
Puss like a newborn cat
Let's get it poppin

[Chorus: Styles P]
D. B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray
D.B.L.O.C.K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D.B.L.O.C.K
On your b.l.o.c. [?] everybody [?] G [?]
Credits

About “D.B.L.O.C.K.” by D-Block

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