D Block To Qb - The Alchemist, 50/50 Twin

«It's the Ryders and the Mobb»

«Yo Alchemist, drop that new shit for 'em right fast»

This is it homie, we gon' go with this one right here

«It's the Ryders and the Mobb»

Aiyyo, I’m never empty-handed, understand dunn?

I keep a fistful of cash, the other on some ass son

Smack the shit out niggas like handball, or I give 'em a fair one

They ain’t gon' do nothin I dare 'em

I hear 'em, «He a gangsta, he don’t take crap

Until I point this cali' at him, tell him take that»

In fact, I’m about to blow but that you already know

Shit I just strap holdin cracks just a minute ago

Now I’m in a Jag with a rag and the tints is low

And you mad cause you a fag and your chick’s a ho

Yeah she been around more than any bitch I know

You should be glad though, I taught her everything she knows

Whatchu reachin fo'?

What I done touched a nerve?

You wanna hurt somethin now you know I’m fuckin your bird?

Cause that’s my word, front like you want a war

And homie we can settle the score, whatchu waitin for?

Yo, I’m the Tracy McGrady of the shit, I take you right to a hole

Shove the tip of the nose of the silencer right in your nose

Y’all niggas is degenerates

It don’t make sense to do business with a nigga, if you ain’t gon' benefit

Fuck a Bentley and a jet, I’m gutter nigga check it

All I need is two-point-five and a couple Intrepids

It’s drama, I ain’t starin you down

I’mma clap ya forehead and dump you on one of them merry-go-rounds

We put the packs of crack in the streets to get you a stack

It’s been acid since they made the first box of Cracker Jacks

Beat in the staircase purple’d out, rollin a phat

Bottle of 'gnac next to me, on my lap is the mac

These slugs hit you they takin your arms

D-Block got the kind of weapons that Bush, tried to take from Saddam

From Y-O, to your hood, to QB

Catch me thuggin it out shootin dice twistin up a O-Z

Y’all faggots don’t know me, it’s no remorse

When hollows rip through your corpse

Homicide’ll find you dead on your porch

«It's the Ryders and the Mobb»

That’s what I’m talkin 'bout, yo, yeah…

Like white on rice, I’ll be on you, you couldn’t even shake me off

Be in your chest like a smoker’s cough

Put the hammer in your mouth and have you suckin it off

Like a ho tryin to stop 'fore she find the law

You in the club, you’s a thug, why you playin the door?

Like you know somethin I don’t playa then put me on

You cowards so nervous, I got broads that’ll get it on

With any fella and think before they talk

Mine like a nigga on the road takin his last walk

And when I come niggas kiss they cross

You know you done fucked up now

Niggas talkin just to be talkin, ain’t nothin sweet but the pound

Repeatly vow, they never go against the grain

Know I been doin it, since a little stain

Pull a hammer, move you right out the lane

Niggas talkin out they ass like you just sniffed 'caine

My niggas live life with a death wish

Smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that I’m breathless

Wanna send my ghost to the essence

Go head nigga, I don’t care I heard the light was fluorescent

Niggas count they ones but never they blessings

'Til they at the wrong end out of the Wesson

D-Block five star general

Die Hard like Bruce Willis nigga, I could put a end to you

Ruff Ryder soldier, cold as Antarctica

I’ma make the plans to pick your man’s daughter up

Big.45 in the sweats of my Nautica

Fifty-five bricks when I’m tryin to pick my order up

All my niggas flow, nobody watered up

Shoot 'til the gun empty, then niggas sort it up

Anytime P in the booth, nigga record it up

G-host toast, I kill niggas when the quarter’s up