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    SHEEK LOUCH

    Walk Witt Me 2003 ©

    D-Block

    Nigga what what what

    Twin yall niggaz ready

    yeah yeah yeah


    She here to put the clack clack in this
    Crack pack in this
    Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus
    Niggaz know that the flow be wicked
    Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it
    Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it
    So be it take let your boyfriend see it
    US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet
    Jake did it gon take em up to I D it
    Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelry
    Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery
    Put a hole in a big ass social security
    Been this way be for I even reached maturity
    Nigga they all book me quicker
    Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker
    Alive but you can still pull out liquor
    Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow
    yeah


    D-Block (where my niggaz at)
    D-Block (where my bitches at)
    D-Block (where them gangstas at)
    D-Block (where the shankstas at)


    J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle
    Who the fuck want to beef
    Louch pass me the pistol
    I'm about to let him ring like a phone
    He used to have a good head on his shoulders
    But now the shit gone
    D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks
    It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks
    Like pimples motherfucker I'm all in your face
    You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced
    What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types
    Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes
    You know those new 7-60's yeah I got 2
    One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue
    When I'm riding on the track like a surf board
    I'm on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word for
    Walk with me motherfucker we taking over the streets
    Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street




    Seek a fucking crook
    Stake your house out know what your momma cook
    Fuck her with a broom
    Fuck the movie when I'm there its a panic room
    Niggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my mother
    I'm too fucking gutter clip on top of each other
    2 twelve gages take you threw the stages
    Bullets running low but yours been there for ages
    Cob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a fucking bob sled niggaz
    I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to shout
    Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out
    You'll get pretzeled up twist in half
    Long shit with the black spots like a giraffe
    Clear my path when the guy walking
    How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffin
    Besides D-Block I don't see that often

    2003 ©




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