Blok Party Vol. 1

[Sheek]<br>Yeah (yeah) D-Block (D-Block)<br>{New LOX!} Envy, whattup my nigga? {Featurin J-Hood}<br>Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo {C`mon!}<br><br>If the hammer don`t work then the pump gon` get you {Yeah!}<br>Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you<br>I don`t give a FUCK about none of your clique (at all)<br>Or this music, y`all can SoundScan my dick (whoo!)<br>I give it to y`all niggaz simple and plain (uh-huh)<br>Have your chest lookin like the Connect Four game<br>Y`all muh`fuckers know Sheek is it (Sheek Luch`)<br>I got a toiletbowl flow, I keep some shit<br>I`m the best out right now (all day) none of y`all want it (uh-uh)<br>Like your album ain`t shit unless Sheek up on it (got the exclusive)<br>FUCK what you drive, I`ll see you in hell (uh-huh)<br>Cause I ain`t never seen 20s stop a shell {Envy!}<br>D-Block the label that`ll pop it all<br>Walk with me and I ain`t puttin out nothin soft (c`mon)<br>Even talkin to a bitch I`m thuggin her out (yeah)<br>Sheek Luch`, y`all already know what the kid is about, WHATTUP?<br><br>[Chorus: Styles]<br>I`ma give you - all of the bullets, all of the blade<br>D-Block `til we all in a cage or all in a grave<br>My gangstas (gangstas) my niggaz (niggaz)<br>Our weed smoke, our liquor<br>Can`t find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker<br>(D-Block!) It go down I`m bustin my nine witcha<br>(D-Block!) I get knocked I`m doin my time witcha<br>(D-Block!) For life my nigga I`d grind witcha<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>I got my own problems (uh-huh) fuck all the shit you been facin (fuck it)<br>Can`t count your blessings, see you in a situation (that`s right)<br>Hit you in your melon and your ribs, MMWWAA!<br>We can get it on, I got a felony to give (bring it)<br>Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal<br>Only sleep late when I run out of material (uhh)<br>Funny thing is you don`t even know how I`ll murder you (you don`t even know)<br>The 40-cal`ll make a nigga convertible {Yeah!}<br>And if the judge and the jury don`t believe me<br>Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV (C.O.!)<br>They might hate but they ain`t tryin to guard (uh-uh)<br>And shit come naturally, y`all niggaz tryin too hard<br>Prayin for nothin, all you doin is lyin to God<br>`For a sign in PC, I`d rather die in the yard<br>And we pretty much controllin the East, workin on the South and the West<br>(D-Block!) Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[J. Hood]<br>Yo, I was told life is what you make and I`ma make the best of mine<br>The slugs out the fo`-fifth`ll make your chest decline<br>I don`t associate with niggaz that talk to cops (uh-uh)<br>I`m on top of my game like I`m standin on X-Box<br>I`m tryin to get cheddar, fuck fuckin with hoes (fuck it)<br>I`m tryin to cop the Coupe that come out in 2004<br>We got dimes and dubs of haze<br>And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from Subway<br>I`m a child of the slums, decendant of the gutter (D-Block!)<br>Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other<br>Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black (yeah)<br>One out of either one`ll lay you on your back<br>So watch how you stare at niggaz (watch out)<br>Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin chairs at niggaz (whattup)<br>And I know y`all ain`t better than Hood, y`all niggaz liars<br>Leave a hole in you the size of a Moped tire<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[DJ Envy]<br>Yeah, the People`s Choice, DJ Envy<br>Fat shout, Dave McPherson, Epic.. (OHH!)