this flow is so sick, i leave alotta you hopeless/
anybody could know this/
start auditionin for show biz, cuz you act/
now lemme give you a thought/
the plot that me and D-block have got/
imma take you back to my block/
back to the queen city Q.C./
G.C., hommies from cavendish dewdney/
the representation of 306 thru me/
i'd like to send a shout out to my boy saint flow/
my niche for life, poppin collars/
a hollar to my hommie loyal-T/
come on hit the studio booth and foil these/
hataz plans D-block my man we cuttin on these laymons/
until the games done, and once the games done/
i'll still remember where i came from.
(D-block 2010)
click clack D-block is back
and the business around here is about this and that
but when you step on to my block
you might get ya shit knocked
we might jack ya wristwatch
picking targets out of any bunch
snatch you up and call it lunch
beat you up till we hear a crunch
cause on my block we all tight
you best believe we stay in touch
you might wanna lay down
stepping out of line get you hit with the tre pound
you know the sound, so dont cha clown
were mixed and matched
might say were the perfect batch
Our Block.
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