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(feat. D-Block) [Intro - Jadakiss] Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that) Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggaz!!) [Verse - Jadakiss] Yo it'll revolve, when I'm mad he's cool Knife game like Daddy Kool's, since Valley Shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herb say? When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Des'y got a beautiful ring I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe then can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks SongtexteD-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go) [Chorus] [Jadakiss] They ain't JADA I'm top five, dead or alive And that's just off one LP Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfucking chest! [scratched] Walk Witt Me.. Green Lantern! [Jae Hood] Jae Hood [Styles P] Two guns up [Jae Hood] All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns [Styles P] Here's why they call me the Ghost [Verse - Sheek Louch] Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest Leave your muhfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in your trunk bitch take your pick Stick a gernade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out You want me dead, I'm right here do it bitch Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon stop Open niggaz face wit a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the glock Pussy muhfuckers don't want no beef Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth Chase you in the house with the all black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money But I'll settle for your necklace D-Block ([Styles P:] two guns up) [Bridge: Jadakiss] Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block [scratched] D-Block, two guns up Call up hood, hit up ya hood Yo dude skip up street [Verse - Jae Hood] I grew up as a young dude, chillin wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos You really want beef? I'm busting the tech I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets It's ([Jadakiss:] D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all!) You can't get no streeter nigga I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater Old school style stash haze in my sock I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop You niggaz talking like y'all can't get stuck up I ain't an +Icon+ but y'all will still +Get Fucked Up+ [Verse - Styles P] As we continue on, your hood you finish Write a suicide note and get a window on Nigga that's the type of shit we on Redrum Redrum spin it back like a Missy song Take a cold heart to twist your mom But it's wintertime, shotty under the snorkle Will flip when it's dinner time +Strange Days+ without +Angela Bassett+ Middle of the hood niggaz handling plastic Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds Anywhere we gon be in the hood Wit the burners and the hawks nigga P. in da hood (watup!) [Outro - Jadakiss] Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Aus Songtexte Mania