The Alchemist - D Block To QB Lyrics

[J-Hood:] Whattup? D-Block to QB nigga, get at me
[Havoc:] It's another one of those, A-L-C things
[Jadakiss:] {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb"}
{"Yo Alchemist, drop that new shit for 'em right fast"}
[Noyd:] This is it homie, we gon' go with this one right here
[Jadakiss:] {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb"}

[Noyd:]
Aiyyo, I'm never empty-handed, understand dunn?
I keep a fistful of cash, the other on some ass son
Smack the shit out niggaz like handball, or I give 'em a fair one
They ain't gon' do nothin I dare 'em
I hear 'em, "He a gangsta, he don't take crap
Until I point this cali' at him, tell him take that"
In fact, I'm about to blow but that you already know
Shit I just strap holdin cracks just a minute ago
Now I'm in a Jag with a rag and the tints is low
And you mad cause you a fag and your chick's a ho
Yeah she been around more than any bitch I know
You should be glad though, I taught her everything she knows
Whatchu reachin fo'? What I done touched a nerve?
You wanna hurt somethin now you know I'm f*ckin your bird?
Cause that's my word, front like you want a war
And homie we can settle the score, whatchu waitin for?

[J-Hood:]
Yo, I'm the Tracy McGrady of the shit, I take you right to a hole
Shove the tip of the nose of the silencer right in your nose
Y'all niggaz is degenerates
It don't make sense to do business with a nigga, if you ain't gon' benefit
F*ck a Bentley and a jet, I'm gutter nigga check it
All I need is two-point-five and a couple Intrepids
It's drama, I ain't starin you down
I'ma clap ya forehead and dump you on one of them merry-go-rounds
We put the packs of crack in the streets to get you a stack
It's been acid since they made the first box of Cracker Jacks
Beat in the staircase purple'd out, rollin a phat
Bottle of 'gnac next to me, on my lap is the mac
If slums hit you they takin your arms
D-Block have the kind of weapons that Bush, tried to take from Saddam
From Y-O, to your hood, to QB
Catch me thuggin it out shootin dice twistin up a O-Z
Y'all faggots don't know me, it's no remorse
when hollows rip through your corpse
Homicide'll find you dead on your porch

[Jadakiss:] {"It's the Ryders and the Mobb"}

[Havoc:]
That's what I'm talkin 'bout, yo, yeah..
Like white on rice, I'll be on you, you couldn't even shake me off
Be in your chest like a smoker's cough
Put the hammer in your mouth and have you suckin it off
Like a ho tryin to stop 'fore she find the law
You in the club, you's a thug, why you playin the door?
Like you know somethin I don't playa then put me on
You cowards so nervous, I got broads that'll get it on
with any fella and think before they talk
Mine like a nigga on the road takin his last walk
And when I come niggaz kiss they cross
You know you done f*cked up now
Niggaz talkin just to be talkin, ain't nothin sweet but the pound
Repeatly vow, they never go against the grain
Know I been doin it, since a little stain
[gun cocks] Pull a hammer, move you right out the lane
Niggaz talkin out they ass like you just sniffed 'caine

[Styles P:]
My niggaz live life for the death wish
Smoke for breakfast, a lot of people hope that I'm breathless
Wanna send my ghost to the essence
Go 'head nigga, I don't care I heard the light was fluorescent
Niggaz count they ones but never they blessings
'Til they at the wrong end out of the Wesson
D-Block five star general
+Die Hard+ like Bruce Willis nigga, I could put a end to you
Ruff Rydin soldier, cold as Antarctica
I'ma make the plans to pick your man's daughter up
Big .45 in the sweats of my Nautica
Fifty-five bricks when I'm tryin to pick my order up
All my niggaz flow, nobody watered up
Shoot 'til the gun empty, then niggaz saught it up
Anytime P in the booth, nigga record it up
G-host toast, I kill niggaz when the quarter's up [echoes]