[Dj Skee]
Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street s***
[Devil Voice]
Nu Jerzey Devil
This is a Dj Skee premiere . . [Scratches in]
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 1 - Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo,
The flow is here, the dough is here
The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (haha)
The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (d***)
The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh)
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight)
You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch)
I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up)
You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme that)
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm right here n****)
I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt)
I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha)
They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah)
But n***** sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-Block)
It's loaded when I get out the car, like
(La da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Yeah, D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'mma send a b****** to bug
'fore you get the police, the first and last of the gov
These d******* n*****, you shoot 'em the bleed comes
The two p****** you with, just make it a threesome
They buyin out quick, you gotta buy your C guns
Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one
My glass jar had a hell of a rerun
(la da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
As we proceed son, had i known
Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one
I'm thinking short ranged
Gimme a sport ranged
I wanna get warmer
I'm jumping in the sauna
Duck when I'm passing by
Put your head 'tween your legs
Kiss your a** goodbye
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel]
You n***** lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down
Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now
Running your mouth 'fore I s*** all in it
All ya'll a**, and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you n*****
I fed, and I burped you n*****
Quick as that, I will earth you n*****
Clothed you n*****
Whiped the snot from the nose of you n*****
What not to expose you n*****
Trist knife or razor fight
I got a year and a day
Still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two cops
Throwing s*** on the wall, not at the food slot
Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes
Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps
Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You let them DC n***** have s** in your cell
You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the front
Stand some s***, like two d***s with no b****
Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no t***
F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch
How you blow trail and stay all rich, b****
Now it's time to set it off
You got sumfn on ur chest man the tec will tear it off
Mwuah
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[The Game]
[Whisperin]
Hurricane Game,
welcome to your funeral m*********as
[Verse 4 ? The Game]
you rat a** n**** you run with the f*** u p****
I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me
After you flop im takin your fans,
Give you a reason to do that dumb s*** with your hands
p*** in your mouth and burn your promotional van
Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans
Get your mind right
Or get your mind put right next to them all white air nikes
Nails in your coffin leave them locked air t**e
Let him scream g-unit with dust in his wind pipes
Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers
How it feel to get f***** all the way from Compton
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 5 - Jadakiss]
alot of n***** supposed to be down, they most be clowns
who think im trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close to the crown
I take a couple o0o?s and Aaah?s, jewls and cars
Screw some broads, and im still cool with Nas
Ya real suttle still, so f***** ill
How you can turn an idea into a couple mill
But everybody got they hand in the pot
So either you cut them off or hand them a knot
And I aint neva planning to stop, im planning to rock
Till the rims matchin the top, and the fantom is drop
They?ll neva get away with the s*** I pull off god
Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard
And you no the old kiss, you don?t know the grown kiss
Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick
Still got access to the 2 tone bricks
Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone s***
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street s***
[Devil Voice]
Nu Jerzey Devil
This is a Dj Skee premiere . . [Scratches in]
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 1 - Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo,
The flow is here, the dough is here
The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year (haha)
The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (d***)
The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh)
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight)
You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch)
I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up)
You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme that)
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm right here n****)
I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt)
I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha)
They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah)
But n***** sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-Block)
It's loaded when I get out the car, like
(La da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Yeah, D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the gloves
With me, I'mma send a b****** to bug
'fore you get the police, the first and last of the gov
These d******* n*****, you shoot 'em the bleed comes
The two p****** you with, just make it a threesome
They buyin out quick, you gotta buy your C guns
Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one
My glass jar had a hell of a rerun
(la da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
As we proceed son, had i known
Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one
I'm thinking short ranged
Gimme a sport ranged
I wanna get warmer
I'm jumping in the sauna
Duck when I'm passing by
Put your head 'tween your legs
Kiss your a** goodbye
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel]
You n***** lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down
Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now
Running your mouth 'fore I s*** all in it
All ya'll a**, and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you n*****
I fed, and I burped you n*****
Quick as that, I will earth you n*****
Clothed you n*****
Whiped the snot from the nose of you n*****
What not to expose you n*****
Trist knife or razor fight
I got a year and a day
Still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two cops
Throwing s*** on the wall, not at the food slot
Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes
Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps
Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You let them DC n***** have s** in your cell
You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the front
Stand some s***, like two d***s with no b****
Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no t***
F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch
How you blow trail and stay all rich, b****
Now it's time to set it off
You got sumfn on ur chest man the tec will tear it off
Mwuah
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[The Game]
[Whisperin]
Hurricane Game,
welcome to your funeral m*********as
[Verse 4 ? The Game]
you rat a** n**** you run with the f*** u p****
I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me
After you flop im takin your fans,
Give you a reason to do that dumb s*** with your hands
p*** in your mouth and burn your promotional van
Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans
Get your mind right
Or get your mind put right next to them all white air nikes
Nails in your coffin leave them locked air t**e
Let him scream g-unit with dust in his wind pipes
Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers
How it feel to get f***** all the way from Compton
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa
[Verse 5 - Jadakiss]
alot of n***** supposed to be down, they most be clowns
who think im trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close to the crown
I take a couple o0o?s and Aaah?s, jewls and cars
Screw some broads, and im still cool with Nas
Ya real suttle still, so f***** ill
How you can turn an idea into a couple mill
But everybody got they hand in the pot
So either you cut them off or hand them a knot
And I aint neva planning to stop, im planning to rock
Till the rims matchin the top, and the fantom is drop
They?ll neva get away with the s*** I pull off god
Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard
And you no the old kiss, you don?t know the grown kiss
Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick
Still got access to the 2 tone bricks
Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone s***
[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your a** goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa