What Up - Hell Rell, Cam'Ron, Jim Jones

Serpent Nas, nocturnal

Circumsizse rock thermos

Ride or die homicide vibe when them shots burn you

Hop ergo keep low close shop

Hop hurdles hot verbal

Worry not got the blocks further

Fast follow numb off the rum red bottle

Jet models from jump

Been a threat to some survival

One bible same crew few rivals came through

Blue rifles flames foo

Fuck a I’m the same too

The game is small, the shells is large

I came to war on hammer god

I’m from the core I claim for all

So fire wind ready I annihilate deadly

High in the Chevy

Movin' on the two way, tag on the two way

With fam on the toche

Blue ray, up close push a nigga two pace

Soufle, superstar stat without the Lou pay

You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit

I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get

This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set

Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x)

Yeah, Hey yo, I keep the hammer cocked right on stage

Sheek Louch an OG but, I don’t have to act my age

Fuck around I’ll let that silverback out his cage

Hide the body till yo skin color, cocaine rage

Listen, I suggest you keep a calm like fishin'

For this fire come out like, nitro glycine

Back to you, load it up, you think I’m pissin'

I’ll leave these coward motherfuckers rotisserie chicken

Seen it done it, ran from police

I got diamonds in my eyes like my rose stole Jesus' piece

We could do this now or after the show

Hey yo Bully clip up

Police coming?

Fuck it, pop some mo'

You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit

I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get

This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set

Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x)

Stop, picture me being scared of a snitch nigga (nope), bitch nigga (nope),

I’ma young rich nigga (yeah)

Got some backs for you, so come bitch nigga

Wanna talk bricks nigga?

Lets get rich nigga

See I’ma paid man, plus a made man

God must’ve had me in mind when he made man

And don’t worry I’ma find all my enemies

Smoke blunts of kush so my dime is a Hennessy

They call me grim reaper

They got a page I whip back the beepers

I’m all about a Franklins like a rether

When it come to that coke I’m the ring leader

Don’t make me sweep up the streets with the street sweeper

Come to my crib

Let you see what I’ll do nigga

Knock some walls down make the indoor pool bigger

You can’t relate to that talk, because I’m too richer

The hit is out, Guess on who?

You nigga!

You get it poppin' so do we homie, cock yo shit

I don’t care where you from, who the fuck you get

This is D-Block, niggas betta rep they set

Cause it’s on, it’s on (2x)