[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbye

(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 nickle (damn)

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 nigga)

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 niggas sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good (D-Block)

It's loaded when I get out the car, like

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[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass 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 is black, same color as the mask and the gloves

With me, I'mma send a bastard above

Before he give the police, the first and last of your gov

These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em they bleed cum

The two pussies they with, just make it a threesome

They buyin' out quick, you gotta buy your seed guns

Now they spraying magasines, 'fore they can read one

My glass jar had a hell of a rerun

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As we proceed son

And I know

Every hood got a Street Fam, if not they need one

I'm thinking short ranged, gimme a sport ranged

And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the sauna

Duck when I'm passing by, put your head 'tween your legs

Kiss your ass goodbye

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

You niggas 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 shit all in it

All ya'll ass, and I'm about to dig all in it

I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped you niggas

Quick as that, I will earth you niggas

Clothed you niggas

Wiped the snot from the nose of you niggas

What not to expose you niggas

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 shit 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 niggas have sex in your cell

You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the front

Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch

Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits

F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch

How you blow trial and stay all rich, bitch

Now it's time to set it off

You got sumfin on your chest man the tech will tear it off

Mwuah

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Interlude: The Game]

Hurricane Game

Welcome to your funeral motherfuckas

[Verse 4: The Game]

You rat ass nigga you run with the fags, you pussy

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 shit with your hands

Piss 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 tight

Let him scream G-unit with dust in his wind pipes

Drive him through north Philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers

How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 5: Jadakiss]

Alot of niggas 'posed to be down, they most be clowns

Who think I'm trying to sign with Hov to get close to the crown

I take a couple Ooh's and Aah's, jewls and cars

Screw some broads, and I'm still cool with Nas

Ya real subtle still, so fuckin 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 ain't neva planning to stop, I'm planning to rock

Till the rims matchin the top, and the Phantom is drop

They?ll neva get away with the shit I pull off god

Nice on the clutch even though I pull off hard

And you know 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 shit

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa