D Block
DJ Envy Lyrics


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Yeah
(Yeah)
D block
(D block)
(New Lox)
Envy, whattup my nigga?
Larsiny! Haha, aiyyo yo
(C'mon)

If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you
(Yeah)
Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I don't give a fuck about none of your clique
(At all)
Or this music, y'all can sound scan my dick
(Whoo)
I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain
(Uh-huh)
Have your chest lookin' like the connect four game
Y'all muh'fuckers know sheek is it
(Sheek luch')
I got a toilet bowl flow, I keep some shit

I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it
(All day)
(Uh-uh)
Like your album ain't shit unless sheek up on it
(Got the exclusive)
Fuck what you drive, I'll see you in hell
(Uh-huh)
'Cause I ain't never seen 23's stop a shell
(Envy)
D block the label that'll pop it all
Walk with me and I ain't puttin' out nothin' soft
(C'mon)
Even talkin' to a bitch I'm thuggin' her out
(Yeah)
Sheek luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, whattup?

I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha

I got my own problems fuck all the shit you been facin'
(Uh-huh)
(Fuck it)
Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation
(That's right)
Hit you in your melon and your ribs, mmwwaa
We can get it on, I got a felony to give
(Bring it)
Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
Only sleep late when I run out of material
(Uhh)
Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you
(You don't even know)
The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible
(Yeah)

And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV
(C.O.)
They might hate but they ain't tryin' to guard
(Uh-uh)
And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin' too hard
(Come on)
Prayin' for nothin', all you doin' is lyin' to God
'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard
And we pretty much controllin' the east
Workin' on the south and the west
(D block)
Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what

I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha

Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine
The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline
I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops
(Uh-uh)
I'm on top of my game like I'm standin' on X-box
I'm tryin' to get cheddar, fuck fuckin' with hoes
(Fuck it)
I'm tryin' to cop the coupe that come out in 2004
We got dimes and dubs of haze
And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from subway

I'm a child of the slums, descendant of the gutter
(D block)
Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black
(Yeah)
One out of either one'll lay you on your back
So watch how you stare at niggaz
(Watch out)
'Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin' chairs at niggaz
(Whattup)
And I know y'all ain't better than hood, y'all niggaz liars
Leave a hole in you the size of a moped tire

I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
My gangstas
(Gangstas)
My niggaz
(Niggaz)
Our weed smoke, our liquor
Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
(D block)
It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
(D block)
I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
(D block)
For life my nigga I'd grind witcha





Yeah, the people's choice, DJ Envy
Fat Shout, Dave McPherson, Epic

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to DJ Envy's song D Block talk about the violent and tough world of a gangster living in the D Block. The verse talks about the use of firearms and violence to assert power and control over others. The use of violence to maintain power is further emphasized in the verse with lines such as "I'm tryin' to cop the coupe that come out in 2004/We got dimes and dubs of haze/And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from subway."


The verse also boasts the singer's strength and dominance over others, particularly in the line "I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it/Like your album ain't shit unless sheek up on it." This line shows that the singer believes himself to be the top dog, and anyone who wants to make a name for themselves needs to collaborate with him. Overall, the lyrics to D Block paint a bleak picture of the gangster lifestyle, where violence and power reign supreme.


Line by Line Meaning

If the hammer don't work then the pump gon' get you
If one method fails, I'll resort to using another, more forceful method


Body in the tub, let the chainsaw rip you
I have no regard for human life, I'll dismember a body without hesitation


I don't give a fuck about none of your clique
I have no interest or respect for your group or friends


Or this music, y'all can sound scan my dick
I don't care about your music or popularity, it's irrelevant to me


I give it to y'all niggaz simple and plain
I present my message in a straightforward and uncomplicated manner


Have your chest lookin' like the connect four game
I'll shoot you multiple times, leaving your chest resembling the pattern of a Connect Four game


Y'all muh'fuckers know sheek is it
You all already know that Sheek Luch is the best


I got a toilet bowl flow, I keep some shit
My rap style is garbage, but I always have something to say


I'm the best out right now none of y'all want it
I am currently the most skilled and talented, no one wants to compete with me


Like your album ain't shit unless sheek up on it
Your album is worthless unless Sheek Luch is featured on it


Fuck what you drive, I'll see you in hell
I don't care about your material possessions, I'll see you in damnation


'Cause I ain't never seen 23's stop a shell
Even expensive rims won't save you from a bullet


D block the label that'll pop it all
D Block is the record label that will release hardcore and violent music


Walk with me and I ain't puttin' out nothin' soft
Join me in this journey, but don't expect any mellow or weak content


Even talkin' to a bitch I'm thuggin' her out
I display my tough and aggressive nature even when conversing with women


Sheek luch', y'all already know what the kid is about, whattup?
You are already aware of Sheek Luch's reputation and character, greetings


I'ma give you, all of the bullets, all of the blade
I will use all means necessary to harm or kill you


D block 'til we all in a cage or all in a grave
We will remain loyal to D Block until we are all imprisoned or dead


My gangstas
My associates who engage in criminal activities


My niggaz
My close friends and companions


Our weed smoke, our liquor
The consumption of marijuana and alcohol is a shared activity among us


Can't find a crew or clique that could rhyme sicker
No other group can match our lyrical skills and creativity


It go down I'm bustin' my nine witcha
When a confrontation occurs, I will use my firearm to defend you


I get knocked I'm doin' my time witcha
If I am arrested and sentenced, I will serve my prison sentence alongside you


For life my nigga I'd grind witcha
I will hustle and work hard with you for the rest of my life


I got my own problems fuck all the shit you been facin'
I have my own difficulties to deal with, I don't care about your struggles


Can't count your blessings, see you in a situation
You fail to appreciate your fortunate circumstances and will soon face consequences


Hit you in your melon and your ribs, mmwwaa
I will punch you in the head and body, leaving you in pain


We can get it on, I got a felony to give
I am willing to engage in a physical altercation because I have nothing to lose due to my criminal record


Mad when I run out of my weed or my cereal
I become angry and frustrated when I lack marijuana or breakfast cereal


Only sleep late when I run out of material
I stay up late because I need to come up with new ideas for my music


Funny thing is you don't even know how I'll murder you
Ironically, you have no knowledge of the brutal ways I could cause your death


The 40-cal'll make a nigga convertible
A gunshot from my .40 caliber firearm will leave you injured or dead


And if the judge and the jury don't believe me
Even if the legal system doubts my innocence


Fuck it, just give me a cell next to the TV
I don't care, I'll accept my imprisonment as long as I have access to a television


They might hate but they ain't tryin' to guard
Others may dislike me, but they are not willing to confront or challenge me


And shit come naturally, y'all niggaz tryin' too hard
My skills and abilities are effortless, while others are struggling and forcing their creativity


Prayin' for nothin', all you doin' is lyin' to God
Your prayers will go unanswered, as you are deceiving yourself and God


'For a sign in PC, I'd rather die in the yard
I would prefer to be killed in a prison yard than be labeled as an informant and placed in protective custody


And we pretty much controllin' the east
We have a significant amount of influence and power in the eastern region


Workin' on the south and the west
We are expanding our influence and control to the southern and western regions


Shoot you in your mouth and your chest, what
I will shoot you in the face and chest, causing fatal injuries


Yo, I was told life is what you make and I'ma make the best of mine
I believe that one's life is determined by their actions, and I will strive to make the most of mine


The slugs out the fo'-fifth'll make your chest decline
Bullets from my .45 caliber firearm will cause severe damage to your chest


I don't associate with niggaz that talk to cops
I do not engage in any form of relationship or communication with individuals who cooperate with the police


I'm on top of my game like I'm standin' on X-box
I am at the peak of my rap career, similar to standing on top of an X-box console


I'm tryin' to get cheddar, fuck fuckin' with hoes
I am focused on acquiring wealth and have no interest in engaging in casual sexual relationships


I'm tryin' to cop the coupe that come out in 2004
I am working towards purchasing the latest model of a luxury car that will be released in 2004


We got dimes and dubs of haze
We have a large quantity of high-quality marijuana


And I can hit you with a gat the size of a sub from subway
I have a firearm as large and powerful as a sandwich from Subway, and I will use it against you


I'm a child of the slums, descendant of the gutter
I grew up in poverty and come from a lineage of disadvantaged individuals


Got two chrome glocks that resemble each other
I possess two silver handguns that look identical


Nigga they brothers, one all chrome and one black
Although they have different finishes, these handguns are closely related and I utilize both


One out of either one'll lay you on your back
Either one of these firearms is capable of inflicting serious harm or causing death


So watch how you stare at niggaz
Be cautious and mindful of your gaze and how you observe others


'Cause my niggaz might spaz out and start throwin' chairs at niggaz
My associates have a tendency to become uncontrollably angry and may engage in violent behavior


And I know y'all ain't better than hood, y'all niggaz liars
You are not superior to the ghetto, you are deceitful and untruthful


Leave a hole in you the size of a moped tire
I will shoot you and create a large, fatal gunshot wound resembling the size of a scooter tire




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RAYMOND GRANT, RICHARD GRANT, SHAWN JACOBS

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