Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles P, J-Hood« Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up) » est une chanson de Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, Styles P, J-Hood, 2003, Pop. La chanson dure 4:32, 99 lines / 800 words.
Paroles
0:03Yeah D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
0:06Everywhere we go-oh people wanna know-oh
0:11Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them
0:15This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block
0:20Everywhere we go-oh people wanna know-oh
0:25Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them
0:30This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block
0:35Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you b**ch a** niggaz )
0:40Yo it'll revolve when I'm mad he's cool
0:42Knife game like Daddy Kool's since Valley Shoes
0:44This is real life street sh*t truest and the deepest
0:46Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
0:50Think I give a f**k what you heard em say
0:53When I got the ni**a that you trying to be watching my wordplay
0:55Now everybody wanna be 'Pac
0:57Till they a** really get popped and they die on the third day
1:00The Des'y got a beautiful ring
1:02I can hit any one of y'all options a beautiful thing
1:05Body is finished maybe then can save the tooth
1:08Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth
1:10That many hits f**k that that mean he bricks
1:13D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips
1:14My d**e is two toned but I had to change my spot
1:17Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go)
1:21They ain't D A
1:22I'm top five dead or alive
1:24And that's just off one LP
1:26Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherf**king chest
1:45Walk Witt Me Green Lantern
1:54Jae Hood
2:01Two guns up
2:02All I know is b**ches and money grams and guns
2:06Here's why they call me the Ghost
2:12Yo I don't give a f**k about pull out cockbacks
2:21Spin a muhf**ker out empty his chest
2:27Leave your muhf**king whip a mess
2:28All over the dashboard in backseat pieces of flesh
2:30Send niggaz to the grave wit they face half gone
2:33Stomach ripped open the beef back on
2:34That ni**a Sheek rude I'll spit in your food
2:36Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick
2:38No respect f**k that I'll murder you quick
2:40Mad weapons in your trunk b**ch take your pick
2:43Stick a gernade up under your fender
2:44Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender I don't care about you
2:47You say f**k Sheek Louch well f**k you too
2:47Your father your mother the hole you came through
2:48Niggaz don't learn till they're carasined out
2:48Lighter to their face they'll spit gasonline out
2:48You want me dead I'm right here do it b**ch
2:49Make me bleed till I'm motherf**king fluidless
2:50I ain't new at this and don't give a f**k about you
2:53Sheek'll run up and smack the sh*t out you
2:55I live this sh*t it's never gon stop
2:57Open niggaz face wit a octopus top
2:58Face all ripped up catch me on the block
3:00Shells all loaded up catch me wit the glock
3:00P**sy muhf**kers don't want no beef
3:00Trip niggaz down to their platinum teeth
3:01Chase you in the house with the all black heat
3:01Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet
3:03I talk reckless I really want the coke and the money
3:05But I'll settle for your necklace
3:06D-Block ( two guns up)
3:08Oh people wanna know-oh
3:08Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them
3:10This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block
3:11D-Block two guns up
3:12Call up hood hit up ya hood
3:13Yo dude skip up street
3:14Ung dude chillin wit them old cats
3:16Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac
3:18F**k being broke I'm trying to cop a tan four
3:21Trap you up like niggaz get p**sy in The Sopranos
3:23You really want beef I'm busting the tech
3:25I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing your sets
3:27It's ( D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all )
3:28You can't get no streeter ni**a
3:28I'm nice wit the hands but I'm better wit the heater
3:28Old school style stash haze in my sock
3:29I'll bust at you and turn your Ac' Jeep to a drop
3:31You niggaz talking like y'all can't get stuck up
3:33I ain't an +Icon+ but y'all will still +Get F**ked Up+
3:36As we continue on your hood you finish
3:54Write a suicide note and get a window on
3:57Ni**a that's the type of sh*t we on
3:59Redrum Redrum spin it back like a Missy song
4:02Take a cold heart to twist your mom
4:04But it's wintertime shotty under the snorkle
4:05Will flip when it's dinner time
4:07+Strange Days+ without +Angela Bassett+
4:09Middle of the hood niggaz handling plastic
4:11Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
4:15And watch ya bread not get popped by Feds
4:18Anywhere we gon be in the hood
4:20Wit the burners and the hawks ni**a being the hood (watup )
4:23Everywhere we go-oh people wanna know-oh
4:28Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them
4:32This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block
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 b**ch a** niggaz ) 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 sh*t truest and the deepest Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a f**k what you heard em say When I got the ni**a that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they a** 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 f**k that that mean he bricks D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips My d**e is two toned but I had to change my spot Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go) They ain't D A I'm top five dead or alive And that's just off one LP Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherf**king chest Walk Witt Me Green Lantern Jae Hood Two guns up All I know is b**ches and money grams and guns Here's why they call me the Ghost Yo I don't give a f**k about pull out cockbacks Spin a muhf**ker out empty his chest Leave your muhf**king 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 ni**a Sheek rude I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick No respect f**k that I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in your trunk b**ch 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 f**k Sheek Louch well f**k 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 b**ch Make me bleed till I'm motherf**king fluidless I ain't new at this and don't give a f**k about you Sheek'll run up and smack the sh*t out you I live this sh*t 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 P**sy muhf**kers 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 ( two guns up) Oh people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block D-Block two guns up Call up hood hit up ya hood Yo dude skip up street Ung dude chillin wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac F**k being broke I'm trying to cop a tan four Trap you up like niggaz get p**sy 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 ( D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all ) You can't get no streeter ni**a 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 F**ked Up+ As we continue on your hood you finish Write a suicide note and get a window on Ni**a that's the type of sh*t 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 ni**a being the hood (watup ) Everywhere we go-oh people wanna know-oh Whooo we arrrre sooo we tell them This is D-Block mighty mighty D-Block
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