J-Hood - Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] Lyrics
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Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)]
Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] By J-Hood?
Yeah, D-Block (Green Lantern blast that)
Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh Who we are, so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh Who we are, so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggas) Yo, the revolve' or the mati's cool Knife game like Daddy Cool's, since Bally Shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Know niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a f*ck what you herbs say? When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac 'Til they ass really get popped and they die on the third day The Desi's got a beautiful ring I can hit any one of y'all, options a beautiful thing Body is finished, maybe they can save the tooth Call me Kiss or call me the black Babe Ruth That many hits, f*ck that, that many bricks D-Block, that many niggas, gats to your lips My dope is two toned, but I had to change my spot 'Cause it turned into a drug free school zone J.A.D.A I'm top 5, dead or alive And that's just off one LP Jae Hood 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 f*ck about pull out, cock back Spin a motherfucker out, empty his chest Leave your motherfucking whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send niggas to the grave with 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, f*ck that, I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk, bitch, take your pick Stick a grenade up under your fender Stick a pineapple bomb in ya blender, I don't care about you You say f*ck Sheek Louch? Well, f*ck you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through Niggas don't learn 'til they're kerosene-d out Lighter to their face, they'll spit gasoline out You want me dead, I'm right here, do it bitch Make me bleed 'til I'm motherfucking fluid-less I ain't new at this and don't give a f*ck about you Sheek'll run up and smack the shit out you I live this shit, it's never gon' stop Open niggas' face with a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the Glock Pussy motherfuckers don't want no beef Trip niggas 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-oh, people want to know-oh 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 your hood Skip up street I grew up as a young dude, chilling wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac F*ck being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four Trap you up like niggas did Pussy in The Sopranos You really want beef? I'm busting the TEC I'll hit you up in the park while you're doing 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 niggas talking 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 Flip when it's dinner time Strange days without Angela Bassett Middle of the hood, niggas handling plastic Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds Anyway we gonna be in the hood With the burners and the hawks, nigga, P in the hood Everywhere we go-oh, people want to know-oh Who we are, so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block |
Who Wrote Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] By J-Hood?
James D'agostino, Sean D Jacobs
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What's The Duration Of The Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] By J-Hood?The duration of Mighty D-Block [2 Guns Up] [Album Version (Explicit)] is 5:19 minutes and seconds. |
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