Sheek Louch

Sheek Louch - Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up) lyrics

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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 bitch ass 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 shit, truest and the deepest

Known niggaz that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed

Think I give a fuck what you herb say?

When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay

Now everybody wanna be 'Pac

Till they ass 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, fuck that, that mean he bricks

D-Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips

My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot

Cause it turned into a drug free school zone (let's go)







I'm top five, dead or alive

And that's just off one LP



Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfucking chest!

















Yo, I don't give a fuck about pull out cockbacks

Spin a muhfucker out, empty his chest

Leave your muhfucking 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 nigga Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food

Tell the women in ya family to suck my dick

No respect, fuck that I'll murder you quick

Mad weapons in your trunk bitch 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 fuck Sheek Louch? well fuck 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 bitch

Make me bleed till I'm motherfucking fluidless

I ain't new at this and don't give a fuck about you

Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you

I live this shit, 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

Pussy muhfuckers 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 (





Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh

Whooo we arrrre, sooo we tell them

This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block



Call up hood, hit up ya hood

Yo dude skip up street





I grew up as a young dude, chillin wit them old cats

Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac

Fuck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four

Trap you up like niggaz get pussy 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 (

You can't get no streeter nigga

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 Fucked Up+





As we continue on, your hood you finish

Write a suicide note and get a window on

Nigga that's the type of shit 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 nigga P. in da 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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