Mighty D-block (2 Guns Up) Lyrics - Singles - Sheek Louch

Yeah, D Block, Green Lantern blast that 

Everywhere we go, people wanna know 

Who we are, so we tell them 

This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block 

Everywhere we go, people wanna know 

Who we are, so we tell them 

This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block 

Everywhere we go 

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 

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Think I give a fuck what you heard 'em say? 

When I got the nigga that you trying to be watchin' 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 

'Cuz 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 motherfuckin' chest 

Walk witt me, Green Lantern 

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Two guns up 

All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns 

Here's why they call me the Ghost 

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

Spin a muthahfucker out, empty his chest 

Leave your muthafucker 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 muthafuckers 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 

Everywhere we go, people wanna know 

Who we are, so 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 

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 tryin' to cop a tan four 

Trap you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos 

You really want beef? I'm bustin' the tech 

I'll hit you up in the park while you're doin' your sets 

It's D Block, yeah, yeah, y'all 

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 talkin' 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 handlin' 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 being the hood, watup 

Everywhere we go, people wanna know 

Who we are, so we tell them 

This is D Block, mighty, mighty D Block