Sheek Louch Bag em' Lyrics:
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
(D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)

Lets Go
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da

[Sheek Louch]
Ai Yo,
It's that shit that make niggas wanna
wreck they click,(Uh-huh)
Grab your gun and diss niggas to they dick,
Buck sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin)
Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her
suck something, (Suck somethin)
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out,
Hoodie on with the all black ballushies on,
Jab you till your motherfuckin face is torn, (Uh-huh)
Toungue is gone, (What else?)
3-piece suits is worn,
Hate yall faggot ass niggas thats scared to death,
Talk shit, when im around yall hold yall breath,
I make murder music,
My shit bang in the city,
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty,
"Theres too much violence now
since Ja Rule and fiddy"
I dont know no other way but to rap gritty, (Yeah!)
Fuck that maybe when im rich, (Fuck that)
But untill then where the fuck is my
thugs at up in this bitch?!

Lets Go
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da

[Styles P]
Warrup nigga, Your cut up nigga, (Warrup)
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Shoe shit to lift the truck up nigga,
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf,
Tell your mom i'll throw her child off the roof, (Roof)
Give her base head a hundred dollars to
towell off the coup,(Clear that up)
Style on niggas, (Style on niggas)
Beat some down we gon pile on niggas, (Get em)
wild on niggas (La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da)
Thats the lulabye for you, (hear it)
betta ask your man he ready to die for you (he ready)
We comin thru tearin the block up, (Tear it up)
We aint gettin locked up, (Uh-Uh)
That mean we even shootin the cops up,
Warrup? (Yeah nigga 2 more times)
Warrup, Warrup?
Now we in the New York grind, (New York grind)
Betta kiss that ass goodbye,
Wen im passin by with plastic nines to blast your eyes,
riii!

You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da

[Sheek louch]
Hey yo, i talk shit like i wanna talk, (Yeah)
Bop how i wanna walk, (Yeah)
And you can tell a nigga derr is from New York,
And i still got my south niggas ready to squeeze,
I dont need cake to see me with a couple of g's,
And i dont need a loan muhfucker im grown,
I had a 38 before i had a phone,
I stuck niggas up before yall little
niggas started to bone, (Woo)
It's that sheek louch shit yall niggas tryna clone,
lets be real,
the average muhfucker with a deal, (Nah)
Probly never had a fight,
No guns, none of that,
Niggas know im right, (Yeah)
I say goodnight to my son,
Give my baby moms a little cake,
And my moms a little something before i go on the run,
Before pussy niggas try their hand,
Im kickin the door like "daddy's
home!" and i aint making a bang,
What yall coward niggas dont understand,
YEAH!

You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye (D-Block,
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-Da-Da Da-Da-Da
You Can kiss Your Ass Goodbye
Lyrics: Bag em', Sheek Louch [end]