Тональность: D major•
Verse 1
You had that feeling when you seen us,
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nigga!
They get pissy drunk and mad high
Yeah, that's D -Block
My niggas is mad live
They be in shootouts and knife fights
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Yeah, that's D -Block
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Shit real life, right?
They be in the hood
with they crimey niggas
Yeah, that's D -Block
We still grimy niggas,
they be in the streets
like they own the shits
Yeah that's D -Block, we claim ownership
I don't give a fuck about not
one of y 'all plugs
I come through swinging a chopper
like a golf club
And I don't give a fuck about rap,
I got a raw plug
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As soon as I get out of the booth,
I'm coppin' more drugs
Cop, chop, bag up, sell,
make the block rush
Fuck the task force,
they gon' hack the car, swat's up
Fuck your arm, let her, let her, nigga,
get your top dutch
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Jada been told y 'all haters,
that your time's up,
I tired, nigga, mom's up
Beat her with a crowbar,
drag the vice grips,
rip her motherfuckin' nose off
That's the definition of war, no hoes bark
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Kill or be killed, cocksucker,
buckies go hard
Too hard, who large?
Bitch, niggas high -skate
I be on the grind late, large got a bite
and I ain't even usin' live bait
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Whip it real fast, man, the crack made holly,
put Isaiah in the trash can
Two guns up, we spittin' them off
Got the rate, the crime seem the same,
wait minutes went off
Chauffeurs open suicide
doors for the bosses
The coupe got 515 horses
Larger thumb breaking bookies
School of hard knocks,
ain't for the hooky
Home mech in the kitchen,
cook the cookies
My niggas move weight like
they body building
And every day they find a body
in somebody building
We in the streets
They get pissy drunk and mad high
Yeah, that's D -block
My niggas is mad live
They be in shootouts and knife fights
F
Yeah, that's D -block
D
Shit real life, right?
They be in the hood
with their crimey niggas
Yeah, that's D -Block
He's still grimy, niggas
They be in the streets
like they own the shits
Yeah, that's D -Block
We claim ownership
Yo, this the live wire, nigga
Damn, nigga, try to force my hand
Damn
All it take is gas
and the match for me to torture fans
Next is a corner van,
pullin' off with bodies
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If a nine don't kill him,
I'ma blow him in the chest
I'm aimin' for his head,
but I settle for a chest wound
Catch him at the restaurant,
walkin' out the restroom
In this D -block,
bitch, do my dirty, keep my hands clean
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Try and throw the case,
I'ma bounce like a trampoline
Lawyers on standby, cops in the pod
Niggas don't kiss left,
so I'm throwin' up the rock shit
HelloX fam for life
Walburton 354,
move a thousand grams a night
Straws quicker than unhosted guns
Struck niggas,
slowly hand over the funds
I'm crook, nigga,
show you how it's supposed
to be done
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show you how it's supposed
to be won
I can show you
With a cannon, similar to Manny
Went home to road with a little bit of planning
A kerosene tire, nigga, up
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Trailblazing like Shannon, fry a nigga up
Who want what?
Stash box in the Lambo
Two guns tucked, extra clips full of ammo
Still nothing to drop, something 9mm,
I'm a shotgun, I'm not fronting
They get pissed and drunk and mad high
Yeah, that's D -Block
My niggas is mad live,
they be in shootouts and knife fights
F
D
Yeah that's D block, shit real life right?
They be in the hood with they
crimey niggas,
yeah that's D block
We still grimy niggas,
they be in the streets
like they own the shits
Yeah that's D block,
we claim ownership
Open up your safe,
I go hard every time that you face mine
Can't see flow,
so the bars got baselines, get it?
I don't waste mines,
flip it while you break dimes
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Get it how I live it,
straight digits while you chase time
I run through these new niggas,
you can bring your truest nigga
Send em back leaking,
show his crew how I blew this nigga
Even to the old heads,
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pop em like a clutch on a moped
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Believe my balls carved
in they foreheads
Nigga it's 3 -5 -4, I leave em all dead
It's 32 up in that joint, homie raw land
Whole weight when he cop,
my nigga that's D -block
Two guns down,
but his pounds got the streets locked
Yeah that's D -block,
yeah that's S .P.
Ghost talk, be in the mood,
whatever that suits you
Murdered niggas in the streets,
up in the booths too
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Shoot through, whoever produced you
And manage you,
I hit you with some bars
That'll really fuckin' damage you
Ranked as a boss
but I'll always be an animal
Bangs out, bangs out,
anywhere you hangs out
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Chills at Merc
you hit your son with a krillz pack
White boys too,
I hit your son with a pill pack
Hardcore too hard, knockin' Wu -Tang
When the car make the U -Guard
Chewin' two things is bizarre
How the ghosts always
like to take it too far
They get pissy drunk and mad high
My niggas is mad live
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They be in shootouts and knife fights
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Shit real life right
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They be in the hood with they grimy niggas
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We still grimy niggas
They be in the streets like
We claim ownership
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