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Whoo, yeah, turn it up Alchemist, you know what to do Bump that, turn it up, whoo Crazy daddy [Sheek Louch] A'yo, y'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, Kool G. or K.R. I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin hot MC Don't get it twis', don't get add to my fuck you list, unless you a bitch Cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich We could let it drop or we could let it pop Make your decision 'fore I make my incision Head on collision, head-body division Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin pigeon Take that to your grave, y'all niggaz behave [Chorus] Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up We got it poppin, turn it up We comin for y'all, turn it up Niggaz they droppin, turn it up We got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up Cause we don't fuck around [Sheek Louch] What, that nigga Sheek is the truth You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof Presto magic, like where did his chest go? Think not homie, got a ziploc on me Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my dickie Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended Hat low, knockin, bout to fuck up the rented I'm a general, I stepped up from a liutenant This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended Cause I ain't lettin up and you ain't lettin off Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft The