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Whoo, yeah, turn it upAlchemist, you know what to doBump that, turn it up, whooCrazy daddyA'yo, why'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclearFuck for the month I want the verse of the yearI straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hairPerm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jarNaw, I ain't the new millennium raw, cool G. or K.R.I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MCDon'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 richWe could let it drop or we could let it popMake your decision 'fore I make my incisionHead on collision, head-body divisionSpirit fly away like a motherfuckin' pigeonTake that to your grave, why'all niggaz behave[Chorus:]Yeah, D-Block is knockin', turn it upWe got it poppin', turn it upWe comin' for why'all, turn it upNiggaz they droppin', turn it upWe got the streets locked, turn it upIf it's beef let your heat cock, turn it upLetras de cancionesWelcome to D-Block, turn it up'Cause we don't fuck aroundWhat, that nigga Sheek is the truthYou would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the boothLazer on the roof, squeeze off then poofPresto magic, like where did his chest go?Think not homie, got a ziploc on meOf that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickieJust drunk a half of sixty, kinda bendedHat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rentedI'm a general, I stepped up from a lieutenantThis is D-Block, join us, don't get offended'Cause I ain't lettin' up and you ain't lettin' offPlus I already know that most of why'all is softThe hood love me, put it in the air for meAnd boy cop mixtapes if they don't hear from meGot cake but occasionally you catch me bummyI'm too smart on the streets you fuckin' dummy[Chorus:]A'yo, real niggaz relate to meJealous niggaz can't wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through meDon't miss cause it's uh-oh like LumiSun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomyI bail it all to you, I give you my lifeI write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knifeI'm takin' it there, even if they give me the chairI'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wearMy fist stuck screamin' black powerI ain't gon' lie, that shit could wash off in the shower'Cause I don't care what color you areNigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your carI'm not a starI'm a nigga that'll issue the starI'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the barSheek a straight up crook who got you shookA'yo Alchemist, bring in the hookLet's go[Chorus:] From Letras Mania