Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty D-block Guess who's coming to dinner, mighty, mighty D-Block D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block, oh, oh, oh, oh D-Block
thousands of cops with me dont even trip ima keep me a gat ill shoot myself so i can be on top [Sheek Louch-Verse1](Sheek Talking) ayo your lil' house
school zone, let's go They ain't D.A. I'm top five, dead or alive And that's just off one LP Word up Sheek Louch up in your motherfuckin' chest Walk
I don't know, maybe we can make a change, maybe not I'm tired of cryin', I'm tired of livin' I'm tired of niggaz, I'm tired of women Just wanna be myself
'cause I be tucking my gat Take my shit off and knuckle up it's nothing with scraps That's how it usually happen to a nigga who front and get clapped Louch
to pop off Until I come through slow with the top off You ain't real, you just a knock off Y'all ain't sick that's just a light light cough Sheek heavy
Perm like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the millennium raw, Kool G or K.R I'm just doin' me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin
me way upstate Sheek Louch: After Taxes G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!) The crack is beige, the wine is aged The yak is strong, the barrel is long Sheek
Yeah Uh Huh, D Block D Block, You with me Louch? You know it my nigga Yeah I know Yeah You know why we do this right? Why's that dog? Make these niggaz
A'yo four shots let off, black truck sped off Big shit, tryna take a motherfuckin head off Ayyo hold up man, let me take y'all back to the beginning
, nigga, all my guns stay on ease How many guns? Just a few, I'm quick on the trigga I'm Sheek Louch the Guerrilla, nigga There's so much tension Sheek
bitch ass, remember that Style's verse is the only thing gon' bring it back Tell the ghetto show discipline, whattup? I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin' Sheek
your own special song, I wrote it for you Just for you, only for you I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek
Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice I'm lovin' his shit but the hood thought it was moist Styles P dropped gangsta and a gentleman hard No need to speak but the promotion was weak Sheek
phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ boy, one Yeah, D-Block Styles P you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go (Sheek Louch) You
too How I love you You got your ups and downs but I don't really mind, I'll still ride witchu Okay listen, the group doin' good, still in the hood Got a nickname Sheek
Oh man, get ready for this one Donnie, you already what this is, shake loose... [Chorus:] Shorty got a maniqiure done, pediqiure... I'm a take her home
I'ma make the hits, y'all book the shows Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 12 gauge
