foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take
, you're in the wrong place Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up With bullet holes and such Speak the wrong words, man and you will get touched You
for scar, the way a n*gga would flow I'm ready to fight now, fire to fire Hit for hit now, blow for blow You think you can take me? See, this is what
a mobster You see a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in 'cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale Anythin' that you need, believe me
can send you a message, like a word from the wise Or a 45 that send you to heaven Some'll throw you a look, others a book Like the king gettin killed
pulpit I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime Just imagine what I do for a quarter Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar Pop a nigga right in front of
got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got *****
a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you 'cuz there's a D Block near you Welcome to D Block, the mighty, mighty D Block A place
out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak Shit, I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug And say
out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak (SP) Shit I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug
but a shotty for you I got more bodies than drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world
piece and chain They got you thinking Houston Texas the home of David Carr But really it's candy paint playas sippin? on barre Come take a ride wit a
lyin', here's my testimony The shit I kick is real, never ever phony You spittin' cheesy lyrics like macaroni Call me if you only wanna sit down and write a jam That stands for
me you don't wanna start problems the pound will make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem So if you on the block wit only a few grams man then you a bird
titles I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you The shit I spit damaging your
you play the field, what's the penalty Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid Until they got love for
, and put Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin' wit? Not me, can't a nigga or bitch stop me You hatin' mothafuckas line up for
map And what you learn That niggas with long paper take longer to crap That's why every chance I me a gat And why you rather buy you a chain I aim at