Whoo, yeah, turn it up

Alchemist, you know what to do

Bump that, turn it up, whoo

Crazy daddy



[Sheek Louch]

A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear

Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year

I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair

Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar

Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R.

I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC

Don't get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch

Cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich

We could let it drop or we could let it pop

Make your decision 'fore I make my incision

Head on collision, head-body division

Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon

Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave



[Chorus]

Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up

We got it poppin, turn it up

We comin for y'all, turn it up

Niggaz they droppin, turn it up

We got the streets locked, turn it up

If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up

Welcome to D-Block, turn it up

Cause we don't fuck around



[Sheek Louch]

What, that nigga Sheek is the truth

You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth

Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof

Presto magic, like where did his chest go?

Think not homie, got a ziploc on me

Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie

Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended

Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented

I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant

This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended

Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off

Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft

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