[Intro: Jadakiss]
D-Block (Yeah, D-Block)
D-Block (Green Lantern, blast that, daddy)
Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh)
Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh)
Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go— (D-Block, you bitch-ass niggas), uh, yo
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
The revolve' or the mati's cool
Knife game like Daddy Cool since Bally shoes
This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest
Known niggas that go to jail just to get their teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you herbs say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay
Now everybody wanna be Pac
'Til they ass really get popped and they die on the third day
The Dese' got a beautiful ring
And I can hit any one of y'all – options a beautiful thing
Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth
Call me Kiss, or call me the Black Babe Ruth (Woo)
That many hits, fuck that, that many bricks (Yeah)
D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips (D-Block)
My dope is two-toned, but I had to change my spot
'Cause it turned into a Drug-Free School Zone (Let's go)
[Interlude: Jadakiss, Sheek Louch, J-Hood & Styles P]
J-A-D-A
I'm top five dead or alive and that's just off one LP
Word up, Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest
Walk— Walk with me
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns
Here's why they call me The Ghost (Yo)
[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
I don't give a fuck about pull out, cock back
Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest
Leave your motherfucking whip a mess
All over the dashboard, in back seat, pieces of flesh
Send niggas to the grave with 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 your family to suck my dick
No respect, fuck that, I'll murder you quick
Mad weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick
Stick a grenade up under your fender
Stick a pineapple bomb in your blender, I don't care about you
You say "Fuck Sheek Louch?!" Well, fuck you too (Uh-huh)
Your father, your mother, the hole you came through
Niggas don't learn 'til they kerosened out
Lighter to their face and spit gasoline out
You want me dead? I'm right here, do it, bitch
Make me bleed 'til 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 niggas' face with a octopus top
Face all ripped up, catch me on the block
Shells all loaded up, catch me with the Glock
Pussy motherfuckers don't want no beef
Strip niggas down to their platinum teeth (Uh)
Chase you in the house with the all-black heat
Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet (Haha)
I talk reckless
I really want the coke and the money, but I'll settle for your necklace
D-Block (Two guns up)
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh)
Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block
[Interlude: J-Hood]
D-Block, two guns up
Call up Hood, hit up your hood then we skip up street (Yo, Hood, what up?)
[Verse 3: J-Hood]
I grew up as a young dude, chilling with them old cats
Couldn't cop crack, so I had to slang Prozacs (Woo!)
Fuck being broke, I'm tryna cop a tan 4
Trap you up like niggas get Pussy in 'The Sopranos'
You really want beef? I'm busting the TEC
I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets
It's D-Block (Yeah, yeah, y'all), can't get no street-er
Nigga, I'm nice with the hands, but I'm better with the heater
Old school style, stash haze in my sock
I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop (Yeah)
Y'all niggas talking like y'all can't get stuck up (Let's go, Hood)
I ain't an Icon, but y'all will still "Get Fucked Up" (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Styles P]
As we continue on, your hood, you finished (Your hood)
Write a suicide note and get a window on (Yeah)
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 snorkel, flip when it's dinner time (Yeah)
'Strange Days' without Angela Bassett (Strange days)
Middle of the hood, niggas handling plastic (All that)
Gotta watch your head and not get popped with lead (Uh)
And watch your bread, not get popped by Feds (Uh-huh)
Anywhere we gon' be in the hood (Yeah)
With the burners and the hawks, nigga, being the hood
[Chorus: Jadakiss]
Everywhere we go, people wanna know (Uh-huh)
Who we are (Yeah), so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty, mighty D-Block
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