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Nigga what what whatTwin why'all niggaz readyYeah yeah yeahShe here to put the clack clack in thisCrack pack in thisDick in this like I had a six pack of GenusNiggaz know that the flow be wickedBeen nice since Tri Backs can they kick itCan't walk with out lil momma trying to flick itSo be it take let your boyfriend see itU.S. gangsta but all my guns be SovietJake did it gon' take 'em up to I.D. itChain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelryTalking ammunition, bullets, big artilleryPut a hole in a big ass social securityBeen this way be for I even reached maturityNigga they all book me quicker'Cause I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J stickerAlive but you can still pull out liquorGotta dead serious flow I'm about to blowYeah[Chorus: Repeat 2X]SongtexteD-Block (where my niggaz at)D-Block (where my bitches at)D-Block (where them gangstas at)D-Block (where the shankstas at)J-Hizzle clap for my nizzleWho the fuck want to beefLouch pass me the pistolI'm about to let him ring like a phoneHe used to have a good head on his shouldersBut now the shit goneD-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucksIt's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin' it up rocking ChucksLike pimples motherfucker I'm all in your faceYou like sneakers when them strings about to get lacedWhat you need chronic homeboy, we got all typesFuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipesYou know those new 7-60's yeah I got twoOne platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blueWhen I'm riding on the track like a surf boardI'm on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word forWalk with me motherfucker we taking over the streetsLet em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street[Chorus]Seek a fucking crookStake your house out know what your momma cookFuck her with a broomFuck the movie when I'm there its a panic roomNiggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my motherI'm too fucking gutter clip on top of each otherTwo twelve gauges take you threw the stagesBullets running low but yours been there for agesCob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a fucking bob sled niggazI'll talk to why'all niggaz I ain't trying to shoutWhy fit in with Sheek was born to stand outYou'll get pretzeled up twist in halfLong shit with the black spots like a giraffeClear my path when the guy walkingHow you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffinBesides D-Block I don't see that often[Chorus: Repeat 4X] Aus Songtexte Mania