That's D-Block - D-Block, Large Amount, AP

Yeah!

You know who it is

You had that feeling when you seen us

Right?

They be pissy drunk and mad high

(Yeah that’s D-Block) Them niggas is mad live

They be in shootouts and knife fights

(Yeah that’s D-Block) Shit real life right?

They be in the hood with them 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 bloods

I come through swinging the chopper, like a golf club

I don’t give a fuck about rap, I got it raw blood

Soon as I get out of the booth, I’m copping more drugs

Cop, chop, bag up, sell, make the block rush

Fuck a task force, they gon have to call the S.W.A.T.

son

Fuck ya arm or leg or let a nigga get ya top touched

Jada been told y’all haters that y’all time is up

I tie a nigga mom up, beat her with a crowbar

Grab the vice grips, rip her motherfuckin nose off

That’s the definition of war, no holds bar

Kill or be killed cocksucker, Bucky go hard

Too hard, who large, bitch niggas, high stakes

I be on the grind late

Large got a bite and I ain’t even use a live bait

Whip it real fast man, the crack made Halle put Isaiah in a trashcan

Two guns up, we spitting them off

Separate the crime scene the same way menace went off

Chauffeurs open suicide doors for the bosses

The coupe got 515 horses

Large will dump, break them, boogie

School of Hard Knocks, aim for the hooky

Armek in the kitchen cooking cookies

My niggas move wait like they body building

And everyday the find a body in somebody building

We in the streets

I’m Mr. live wire nigga, dare a nigga try and force my hand

All I need is gas and some matches just to torch your man

Next is the coroner van, I’m pulling off a body

If a 9 don’t kill him, I’m a blow him with the shotty

Aiming for his head, but I’ll settle for a chest wound

Catch him at the restaurant, coming out the restroom

It’s D-Block bitch, do my dirt and keep my hands clean

Tryna throw the case, I’m a bounce like a trampoline

Lawyers on standby, cops in the pocket

Niggas thought kiss left, so I’m throwing up the ROC shit

L.O.X.

fam for life

Paul burden, 3−5-4 move 1,000 grams a night

Straw quick to unholster the gun

You shook nigga?

Slowly hand over the funds

I’m a crook nigga;

show you how it’s supposed to be done

Open book nigga;

show you how it’s supposed to be won

With a cannon similar to Manning

Win home or road with a little bit up planning

Kerosene tie a nigga up

Trail blaze him like Channing, Frye a nigga up

Who want what, stash box in the lambo

2 guns tucked, extra clips full of ammo

It’s still nothing to drop something

9 mm I’m a shotgun gun him, I’m not fronting

Open up ya safe, I go hard every time that you face mine

K-Ci flow, so the bars got baseline

Get it?

I don’t waste mine, I flip it while you break dimes

Get it how I live it, straight digits while you chase time

I run through these new niggas, you can bring ya truest nigga

Send him back leaking, show ya crew how I blew this nigga

Even to the old heads, pop him like the clutch on a moped

Leave my bars carved in their forehead

Nigga it’s 3−5-4 I leave them all dead

It’s 32 up in that joint homie raw lead

Hold weight with heat cocked, my niggas that’s D-Block

2 guns down but these pounds got the streets locked

Yeah that’s D-Block, yeah that’s S. P

Ghost or Phantom or whatever that suits you

Murder niggas in the streets up in the booth too

Shoot through, who ever produced you, or managed you

Or hit you with some bars that will really fucking damage you

Ranked as a boss, but I’ll always be a animal

Bangs out, bangs out, anywhere you hangs out

Chills at, murk you hit your son with a crills pack

White boys too, I’ll hit your son with a pill pack

Hardcore too hard, knocking Wu-Tang

When the car make the U-God, shooting two things that’s bizarre

How the ghost always like to take it too far