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Sheek
Louch
Turn It
Up
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 The hood love me, put
it in the air for me And boy cop mixtapes if
they don't hear from me Got cake but
occasionally you catch me bummy I'm too smart
on the streets you fuckin dummy
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch] A'yo, real
niggaz relate to me Jealous niggaz can't wait
to send the shell of a tray-eight through
me Don't miss cause it's uh-oh like
Lumi Sun out, Sheek make the sky get
gloomy I bail it all to you, I give you my
life I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass
my knife I'm takin it there, even if they
give me the chair I'm blacked out in the
gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck
screamin black power I ain't gon lie, that
shit could wash off in the shower Cause I
don't care what color you are Nigga clap at
the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car I'm
not a star I'm a nigga that'll issue the
star I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at
the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you
shook A'yo Alchemist, bring in the
hook Let's go
[Chorus]
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