(feat. J-Hood)    [J-Hood]  Nigga what what what  [Sheek]  Twin yall niggaz ready  [J-Hood]  yeah yeah yeah    [Sheek]  She here to put the clack clack in this  Crack pack in this  Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus  Niggaz know that the flow be wicked  Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it  Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it  So be it take let your boyfriend see it  US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet  Jake did it gon take em up to I D it  Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelry  Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery  Put a hole in a big ass social security  Been this way be for I even reached maturity  Nigga they all book me quicker  Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker  Alive but you can still pull out liquor  Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow  yeah    [Chorus: repeat 2X]  D-Block (where my niggaz at)  D-Block (where my bitches at)  D-Block (where them gangstas at)  D-Block (where the shankstas at)    [J-Hood]  J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle  Who the fuck want to beef  Louch pass me the pistol  I'm about to let him ring like a phone  He used to have a good head on his shoulders  But now the shit gone  D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks  It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks  Like pimples motherfucker I'm all in your face  You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced  What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types  Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes  You know those new 7-60's yeah I got 2  One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue  When I'm riding on the track like a surf board  I'm on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word for  Walk with me motherfucker we taking over the streets  Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street    [Chorus]    [Sheek]  Seek a fucking crook  Stake your house out know what your momma cook  Fuck her with a broom  Fuck the movie when I'm there its a panic room  Niggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my mother  I'm too fucking gutter clip on top of each other  2 twelve gages take you threw the stages  Bullets running low but yours been there for ages  Cob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a fucking bob sled niggaz  I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to shout  Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out  You'll get pretzeled up twist in half  Long shit with the black spots like a giraffe  Clear my path when the guy walking  How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffin  Besides D-Block I don't see that often    [Chorus 4x]