| Guess whos coming to dinner. |
| mighty D-block
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| Guess whos coming to dinner. |
| mighty mighty D-Block
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| D-Block- oh-oh-oh-oh D- block
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| (louder, louder, yeh, Don Don)
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| Okay I lyrically ejaculate
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| I come on tracks go ‘head and hate
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| Go inside, run and hide
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| Coz this gon boost the murder rate
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| Flying with the long behind me
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| Nickel plate, extra shiny
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| Got this woman on my tip like they name is Tiny
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| Every hood, light is up, dark liquor, plastic cup
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| Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like what the fuck
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| Porsche turbo, yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew
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| Rosé, feet up, deuce deuce in my shoe
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| Ten years on radio, ten years on mixtapes
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| Did deals with everybody, even survived the Puff rape
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| Now I’m all bossed up, watch all glossed up
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| D block, we hard in the streets, put your signs up
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| (aha, the one and only, the mighty might)
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| Money ain’t shit to me, respect means more to me
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| We define loyalty
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| This is rap royalty
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| Let the fo five off, live for, die for
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| Hustle is my first love, and the streets my side ho
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| Haze then im back to sour
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| Okay im back in power
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| Business man nine to five, hooligan after hours
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| Ain’t nobody to compare to what we contribute
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| The bars is like the possession, with intent to distribute
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| My hand, wrist, ears and neck laid
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| Nothing but straight fire for a decade
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| Im in the polo rounds, polo down
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| Feelin like when Tony put Manolo down
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| Ya all know who control the town
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| This is for my Looters and shooters
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| With them deserts, and rugars and lugers
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| Who was newest to beat, talk to us, huh?
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| I got ‘em don don, fully black armani yan (?)
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| Mi not play wit dem facey boys, shut it down
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| Keep my barrel spinnin, thats why ratty warm
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| Have you marked for death, you’re whole family gone
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| Got em pounds of thatgreen we call it the Hawks
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| D- Block, one time, we call it new york
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| Get money, hit honeys on the regular
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| Bully stay in peoples ear like a cellular
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| Now the World and your girl they all know my name
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| Got em Trey Songing, Bullys insane
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| Never been to Yonkers before neither enterpreneur
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| And im a monster for sure
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| Like Godzilla
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| Shoot is on your death, cut ya deck like a card dealer
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| Puffin on the lies, spent a buck at the car dealer
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| They tryna say d block is negative
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| Any rapper breathing is breathing cause we let em live
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| I can tell you why these soft suckas mad at me
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| They can see I got every kind of flags with me
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| Honor flags,? |
| flags, game flags
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| Its a d block, everywhere we bangs at
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| Money long, run long, bullets long
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| Word to your hood, if you got a hood, put it on |