D.B.L.O.C.K (Feat. Styles, Sheek, Jadakiss & J-Hood)

Yeah!
This is D-Block (D-Block)
Welcome
Huh, huh

Who could believe she could have a label up his sleeve?
Y'all can't breathe (huh)
The boy Lucha Headache passed the Aleve (whoo)
I reinvented myself, I changed with time
Threw a CEO hat on, stepped up my rhyme (she good)
It's time for this nigga to shine (haha)
It's been the same pattern here for a minute, I'ma change the design (I got this)
Nothing changed, you can still walk with me (walk with me)
Or get a fresh buck fifty

The hammer still tucked in my dickie (haha)
Still fuckin' with these bitches, (wad'd up bitch) the weed is sticky (yeah)
Still with the same niggas (whoo) every day, the guard is picky
And even though I ain't gon' plaque yet (that's right)
She got the hood upside down like a Hot Wheels track set (yeah)
I spit like I been here, (been here) holla at me
You would think I was your father, minus the great chin hair (haha)
Rich, nah, but I holla back when I get there, bitch!

D-G-L-O-C-K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray

D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D-B-L-O-C-K
On your B-L-C-G's, everybody 2-G-L-C-K's

For some reason I feel I'ma blow past my expectations, (know this), through the patience
A couple million gangsters in the hood waitin'
For me to drop that vocal code, deny I'm their eternal wounds
Double cuffed in small rooms, with goons and baboons
Niggas with artillery that you ain't even know they make (yeah)
Wanna change my fate, wanna see me in custody of Jake's
The majority of niggas fake, sly, slick as a fox
Soft acting block, my flow contagious like smallpox (yeah)

It's J-Hood, D-Block, motherfuckers is hers (D-Block)
Runnin' your mouth talkin' loud, bet you ain't sayin' a word (bitch!)
Give me this crown or get clapped, you tryin' to dial the rap? (nah)
It ain't workin', plus I'm nice, I spit rod and crack (yeah)
On the track, baggin' a servant to them niggas in the ghetto
Bet my life, my albums sell more than a second Nintendo (wad'up)
Tell us from the hood, first corner, y'all faggots can't see me
If you try again, wet up like a 50 in Henny, believe me

D-G-L-O-C-K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray

D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D-B-L-O-C-K
On your B-L-C-G's, everybody 2-G-L-C-K's

I'd go to hell if my niggas was dead (my niggas was dead)
Drinkin' liquor, blowin' L's like I'm livin' in there
Matter fact, y'all food, I'm the dinnerware (my food)
And I can't go to heaven, I be Sinin' in there (I be Sinin')
Listen up, I keep two guns on my hips (two guns)
Got a few hundred pounds, move them on my strip (let's go)
Niggas leave off the block when I'm on my shit (haha)
I got my hands in my pants, and they ain't on my dick (ahnahn)

Fuck a nigga, keep these guns on safety for what? (for what?)
I'm from a place where faces get cut, (yeah), niggas is tapin' you up (unhun)
They gon' bring you to a place and then cut (then cut)
It's real dirty, then some 730 niggas start breakin' you up (yeah)
I wear a mask like it's a masquerade (I wear a mask)
'Cause I got beef with niggas like me that'll blast away (haha)
Listen dawg, I'm tryin' to last today (tryin' to last)
So if I see them all, I'm grabbin' these hollows to mash away, yeah!

D-G-L-O-C-K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray

D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D-B-L-O-C-K
On your B-L-C-G's, everybody 2-G-L-C-K's

Since they say life's a gamble, (unhun), well fuck it, I got bank
I'm on the subway, tongue in my lawyer, I'm like Franken
You be in the thug room, (yea), we was in the bullpen
I have you standin' up on the toilet singin' love songs (haha)
When you go to bust a nigga, (huh), always remember
Never trust a nigga, and don't forget to put your gloves on (uh,hun)
Niggas better hold whatever they makin'
It's gettin' cold and the weather is breakin' (uh,hun)

Sales is droppin', 10 p.m., sales is lockin' (yea)
Drum hour on D-Block, the jail is rockin' (lets go)
Real life family, (huh), we ain't gang members
But we still bang niggas, and we keep them thangs with us (whoo)
We both got the seven, but yours is the 45, mine is the 60
The color of Rice Krispies, yeah
So go ahead with your newborn rap, nigga
You push like a newborn cat, let's get it poppin'

D-G-L-O-C-K
Nigga we thugs, fuck the judge
And fuck the D.A
D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga we good, nigga we hood
We let the heat spray

D-B-L-O-C-K
Nigga you lame, watch the game
Ain't no instant replay
D-B-L-O-C-K
On your B-L-C-G's, everybody 2-G-L-C-K's