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Whoo, yeah, turn it up |
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Alchemist, you know what to do |
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Bump that, turn it up, whoo |
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Crazy daddy [Sheek Louch] |
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A'yo, y'all ******z can't ****** with me, my flow's nuclear |
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****** for the month |
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I want the verse of the year |
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I straighten ************t out, you could put me in ya hair |
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Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a |
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Pyrex jar |
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Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, |
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Kool G. or |
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K.R. I'm just doin me, |
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Sheek Louch a mother****** hot |
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MC Don't get it twis', don't get add to my ****** you list, unless you a ************ |
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Cause I ain't got time, |
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I'm not near rich |
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We could let it drop or we could let it pop |
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Make your decision 'fore |
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I make my incision |
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Head on collision, head-body division |
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Spirit fly away like a mother****** pigeon |
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Take that to your grave, y'all ******z behave [Chorus] |
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Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up |
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We got it poppin, turn it up |
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We comin for y'all, turn it up |
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******z they droppin, turn it up |
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We got the streets locked, turn it up |
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If it's beef let your heat ******, turn it up |
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Welcome to |
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D-Block, turn it up |
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Cause we don't ****** around [Sheek Louch] |
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What, that ****** |
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Sheek is the truth |
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You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth |
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Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof |
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Presto magic, like where did his chest go? |
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Think not homie, got a ziploc on me |
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Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my ************ie |
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Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended |
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Hat low, knockin, bout to ****** up the rented |
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I'm a general, |
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I stepped up from a liutenant |
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This is D- |
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Block, join us, don't get offended |
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Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off |
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Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft |
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The hood love me, put it in the air for me |
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And boy cop mixtapes if they don't hear from me |
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Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy |
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I'm too smart on the streets you ****** dummy [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] |
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A'yo, real ******z relate to me |
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Jealous ******z can't wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me |
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Don't miss cause it's uh-oh like |
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Lumi Sun out, |
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Sheek make the sky get gloomy |
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I bail it all to you, |
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I give you my life |
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I write it in ink or blood, ****** pass my knife |
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I'm takin it there, even if they give me the chair |
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I'm blacked out in the gear, |
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Huey new in the wear |
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My fist stuck screamin black power |
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I ain't gon lie, that ************t could wash off in the shower |
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Cause I don't care what color you are |
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****** clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car |
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I'm not a star |
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I'm a ****** that'll issue the star |
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I'm that ****** wit his hammer on him, at the bar |
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Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook |
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A'yo Alchemist, bring in the hook |
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Let's go [Chorus] |
