them D-Block boys Don't worry 'bout a scrap daddy, we pop toys So don't go fuckin with them D-Block boys Now now now who that makin that God damn noise
: Who'd ever thought that I would see this day... Where I would see my ghetto life fade away... Cause I was lost and couldn't find a way... And now I
: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat Man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man
call it murder (Fuck D-Block) Verse 1 Tony Yayo: Guns a place up Gimme dat pen and dat Jacob One false move you get spread out I?m in dat Range truck
Dade County my ho! [Dre:] Unhh From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block Went solo on that ass, but it's still
letter we never touch are the D's (Get that money man) Get it? Forget it I'm stuck to the street like gums on my feet Like uck dat money man, I get it
do u live, who let chu in who'd chu get her, gucci go bunka, mad da flow is monster, old folks wonder how I ride hummer, corvette, old skool vert look like tonka, 4d
s dat?) You'll see a row of henchmen(when?) soon as I throw a lincoln, not to overmention nigga you was cheap(why If you cripple me, I'd still be on my
lean on the yacht and wash clothes Let the chop' blow, bag a half a block plot grows, what? Chorus Verse Three: Big Boi Boi, I bust raps like D-boys
heat, Sheek walk around with an oven Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill? How its gon' look when I come through your block? Sheek, Funk
There's mad shit that she want and mad shit that she need (true dat) Plus she got some nigga, knocking at her door (Who dis?) Some crab-ass cat that
really bein' modest I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and the ballers (ho) The pimps and the macks, real niggaz dat what they call us Hangin' in the trap cause dat
dat beef, Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride, Loyalty came first and we dont switch no sides, Imma savage on the block, nickel rocks, and heroin
da bottom of ya'll ??? (Skit) Who, dat nigga Cris? oh dat nigga is aight Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou Let me get on da mic Nigga, who da fuck called
all v-necks -skit Who? Dat nigga cris? Oh dat nigga is aight Dat nigga can't fuck wit me thou Let me get on da mic Nigga, who da fuck are you nigga [
The Block Everybody From The [?] You Know Who You Are, No New Comers [Redman:] (Let'em Know Son, Let'em Know Son Let'em Knoow ) [?] [?] [Redman:] Yo, Yo, When I D
Amsterdam coffee shop And when you lust for hardcore music to bust Trust that nigga who bubble mo' than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus Static, niggaz actin all dramatic I'd
window.. (chi-chi, blaow!) Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goes Who that tokin on my indo? Pow! Fragile niggaz get mashed out (Who dat?) The Funk D
