D -S N A L

D -S N A L（DJ Glay Intro Mix） – DJYeah（Yeah）D block（D block）（New Lox）Envy, whattup my nigga?Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo（C'mon）If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you（Yeah）Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip youI don't give a fuck about none of your clique（At all）Or this music, y'all can sound scan my dick（Whoo）I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain（Uh-huh）Have your chest lookin' like the connect four gameY'all muh'fuckers know sheek is it（Sheek luch'）I got a toilet bowl flow, I keep some shitI'm the best out right now none of y'all want it（All day）（Uh-uh）Like your album ain't shit unless sheek up on it（Got the exclusive）Fuck what you drive, I'll see you in hell（Uh-huh）'Cause I ain't never seen 23's stop a shell（Envy）D block the label that'll pop it allWalk with me and I ain't puttin' out nothin' soft（C'mon）Even talkin' to a bitch I'm thuggin' her out（Yeah）Sheek luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, whattup?I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the bladeD block 'til we all in a cage or all in a graveMy gangstas（Gangstas）My niggaz（Niggaz）Our weed smoke, our liquorCan't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker（D block）It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha（D block）I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha（D block）For life my nigga I'd grind witchaI got my own problems fuck all the shit you been facin'（Uh-huh）（Fuck it）Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation（That's right）Hit you in your melon and your ribs, mmwwaaWe can get it on, I got a felony to give（Bring it）Mad when I run out of my weed or my cerealOnly sleep late when I run out of material（Uhh）Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you（You don't even know）The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible（Yeah）And if the judge and the jury don't believe meFuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV（C.O.）They might hate but they ain't tryin' to guard（Uh-uh）And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin' too hard
（Come on）Prayin' for nothin', all you doin' is lyin' to God'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yardAnd we pretty much controllin' the eastWorkin' on the south and the west（D block）Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, whatI'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the bladeD block 'til we all in a cage or all in a graveMy gangstas（Gangstas）My niggaz（Niggaz）Our weed smoke, our liquorCan't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker（D block）It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha（D block）I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha（D block）For life my nigga I'd grind witchaYo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mineThe slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest declineI don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops（Uh-uh）I'm on top of my game like I'm standin' on X-boxI'm tryin' to get cheddar, fuck fuckin' with hoes（Fuck it）I'm tryin' to cop the coupe that come out in 2004We got dimes and dubs of hazeAnd I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from subwayI'm a child of the slums, descendant of the gutter
（D block）Got two chrome glocks that resemble each otherNigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black（Yeah）One out of either one'll lay you on your backSo watch how you stare at niggaz（Watch out）'Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin' chairs at niggaz（Whattup）And I know y'all ain't better than hood, y'all niggaz liarsLeave a hole in you the size of a moped tireI'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the bladeD block 'til we all in a cage or all in a graveMy gangstas（Gangstas）My niggaz（Niggaz）Our weed smoke, our liquorCan't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker（D block）It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha（D block）I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha（D block）For life my nigga I'd grind witchaYeah, the people's choice, DJ EnvyFat Shout, Dave McPherson, Epic