Текст песни DJ Envy f J. Hood, The L.O.X. - D Block
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[Sheek]Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block){New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood}Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C`mon!}If the hammer don`t work then the pump gon` get you {Yeah!}Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip youI don`t give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all)Or this music, y`all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!)I give it to y`all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh)Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four gameY`all muh`fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch`)I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shitI`m the best out right now (all day) none of y`all want it (uh-uh)Like your album ain`t shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive)FUCK what you drive, I`ll see you in hell (uh-huh)Cause I ain`t never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!}D-Block the label that`ll pop it allWalk with me and I ain`t puttin out nothin soft (c`mon)Even talkin to a bitch I`m thuggin her out (yeah)Sheek Luch`, y`all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?[Chorus: Styles]I`ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the bladeD-Block `til we all in a cage or all in a graveMy gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz)Our weed smoke, our liquorCan`t find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker(D-Block!) It go down I`m bustin my nine witcha(D-Block!) I get knocked I`m doin my time witcha(D-Block!) For life my nigga I`d grind witcha[Jadakiss]I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it)Can`t count your blessings, see you in a situation (that`s right)Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA!We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it)Mad when I run out of my weed or my cerealOnly sleep late when I run out of material (uhh)Funny thing is you don`t even know how I`ll murder you (you don`t even know)The 40-cal`ll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!}And if the judge and the jury don`t believe meFuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!)They might hate but they ain`t tryin to guard (uh-uh)And shit come naturally, y`all niggaz tryin too hardPrayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God`For a sign in PC, I`d rather die in the yardAnd we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West(D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what[Chorus][J. Hood]Yo, I was told life is what you make and I`ma make the best of mineThe slugs out the fo`-fifth`ll make your chest declineI don`t associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh)I`m on top of my game like I`m standin on X-BoxI`m tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it)I`m tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004We got dimes and dubs of hazeAnd I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from SubwayI`m a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!)Got two chrome glocks that resemble each otherNigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah)One out of either one`ll lay you on your backSo watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out)Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup)And I know y`all ain`t better than Hood, y`all niggaz liarsLeave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire[Chorus][DJ Envy]Yeah, the People`s Choice, DJ EnvyFat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)