| Welcome to D-Block, the city of broke down dreams
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| Where things ain’t always peachy keen as they seem
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| City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
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| Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends
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| The sun don’t shine here, in this part of town
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| But we all got a town that’s similar to this too
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| Say every city’s got a ghetto, every ghetto’s got a hood
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| Take a good look around you cause there’s a D-Block near you
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| Place where ain’t nobody that proud, it’s a fucking black cloud
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| That got people under the impression they can act wild
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| Working around though, cause if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo
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| 5 minutes flat, the whole town know
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| Lotta assuming in niggas' salary
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| More lies than truth definitely more rumors than reality
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| Only way you beating a body is technicality
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| Other than that catch 'em in Clinton on the gallery
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| The determination and dedication and discipline
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| Listening and catching the jewels that you was missing
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| And they still doing coward shit
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| You know the hate is gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it
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| Something in the air but the older they get
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| They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick
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| We don’t play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say 'em exquisite
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| Anytime you can pay us a visit
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| Welcome to D-Block, the city of broke down dreams
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| Where things ain’t always peachy keen as they seem
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| City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
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| Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends
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| The sun don’t shine here, in this part of town
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| But we all got a town that’s similar to this too
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| Say every city’s got a ghetto, every ghetto’s got a hood
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| Take a good look around you cause there’s a D-Block near you
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| Welcome to D-Block, the mighty mighty D-Block
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| The place in New York City where Diddy won’t even walk
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| Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers I wouldn’t be caught
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| Without two pistols on me that’ll be cocked in each pocket
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| D-Block don’t even stop to talk, you just keep walking
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| Stick up kids every block who watch for every opportunity
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| As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop
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| And you won’t even notice your mind will be so
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| Preoccupied with that new watch you just copped
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| You won’t even see that ride pulling up alongside you
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| You’ll be shot 'fore you even realize you were spied on for three blocks
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| D-Block the place where O.G.'s get knocked, locked up
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| Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked
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| You won’t even see cops, hip-hop police don’t even stop
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| On D-Block, where everybody wants to be 'Pac
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| And you can get popped over the new G-Unit Reeboks
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| Welcome to D-Block, the city of broke down dreams
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| Where things ain’t always peachy keen as they seem
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| City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
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| Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends
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| The sun don’t shine here, in this part of town
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| But we all got a town that’s similar to this too
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| Say every city’s got a ghetto, every ghetto’s got a hood
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| Take a good look around you cause there’s a D-Block near you
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| If you bust and your gun got niggas on the run
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| And you rep where you from nigga you D-Block
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| And you trying to come up and your pockets is light as a cup
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| And don’t give a fuck, you D-Block
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| Aiyo bang bang nigga, let’s get it on
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| Always been a monster, but its worse now that my son’s been born
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| And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free
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| It’s D-Block mothafucka, hey yo grab this P
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| Welcome to D-Block, a place where little niggas is killas
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| And the mother’s raising the sons to turn into gorillas
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| And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger
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| More ignorant, you send us to jail
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| My niggas shoot anything that’ll move
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| Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon
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| I’d die the way I stand with my man if I can when the shells come
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| This is D Block, ya’ll welcome
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| Welcome to D-Block, the city of broke down dreams
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| Where things ain’t always peachy keen as they seem
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| City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers
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| Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends
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| The sun don’t shine here, in this part of town
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| But we all got a town that’s similar to this too
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| Say every city’s got a ghetto, every ghetto’s got a hood
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| Take a good look around you cause there’s a D-Block near you |