Styles P - Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up) lyrics

[Intro - Jadakiss] Yeah, D-Block Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh Who we arrrre, so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block [Verse 1 - Jadakiss] Yo, the revolve' or the mati's cool Knife game like Daddy Cool's, since Bally Shoes This is real life street sh**, truest and the deepest Known n***as that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a f** what you herbs say? When I got the n***a that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be 'Pac Till they a** 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** that, that many bricks D-Block -- that many n***as, 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 [Hook] [Jadakiss] J.A.D.A I'm top 5, dead or alive And that's just off one LP [Jae Hood] Jae Hood [Styles P] Two guns up [Jae Hood] All I know is b**hes and money, grams and guns [Styles P] Here's why they call me the Ghost [Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] Yo, I don't give a f** about pull out, co*k back Spin a motherf**er out, empty his chest Leave your motherf**ing whip a mess All over the dashboard, in backseat pieces of flesh Send n***as to the grave with they face half gone Stomach ripped open, the beef back on That n***a Sheek rude, I'll spit in your food Tell the women in ya family to s** my dick No respect, f** that -- I'll murder you quick Mad weapons in the trunk, b**h -- 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** Sheek Louch? Well, f** you too Your father, your mother, the hole you came through n***as don't learn till they're kerosene-d out Lighter to their face, they'll spit gasoline out You want me dead, I'm right here -- do it b**h Make me bleed till I'm motherf**ing fluid-less I ain't new at this and don't give a f** about you Sheek'll run up and smack the sh** out you I live this sh**, it's never gon' stop Open n***as' face with a octopus top Face all ripped up, catch me on the block Shells all loaded up, catch me wit the Glock p**y motherf**ers don't want no beef Trip n***as 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 [Verse 3 - Jae Hood] I grew up as a young dude, chilling wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac f** being broke, I'm trying to cop a tan four Trap you up like n***as get p**y 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 (Jadakiss: D-Block) (yeah yeah y'all!) You can't get no streeter, n***a 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 n***as talking like y'all can't get stuck up I ain't an icon but y'all will still get f**ed up [Verse 4 - Styles P] As we continue on, your hood you finish Write a suicide note and get a window on n***a, that's the type of sh** 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 Will flip when it's dinner time Strange days without Angela Ba**ett Middle of the hood, n***as handling plastic Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds Anywhere we gonna be in the hood With the burners and the hawks, n***a, being the hood