Everything Ya Got D-Block (Ft. J-Hood, Sheek Louch & Styles P)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Put 'em in the air, motherfucker, or pop back
Show me that that gun work, you talking is like that
'Cause I'ma take everything, to the engagement ring
To a little Italian bags, the whole ba-da-bing
Sheek on his pirate shit, 1 patch, 1 room [?]
Working out, eating salmon, on some diet shit
Waiting for niggas to cock back and try it shit
Fuck that, I go to war with the blue suit
Just for fun, I clap at niggas that's too cute
Eat a dick, you ain't saying nothing slick to a can of oil
I used to run around with a stick and [?] foil
Had to fall back, 'cause my mama blood pressure would boil
Used to roll with Universal, but that shit was [?]
Now with Cotch, I think I'll cop everything
I don't play, I aim at your head and say
Nigga

[Verse 2: J-Hood]
I take everything you got, like a nigga on [?]
[?] shit flip twice, and put it on my man [?]
I ain't asking you for shit, [?] make you come out [?]
P Miller style, uh, I'ma see if he 'bout it
I want everything, bitch, strip down to your socks
Just for thinking you can fuck with J-Hood and D-Block
[?]
You already know what it is, nigga, you [?]
You used to having [?] now it's owned by me
[?] fuck back before I call Louch and P
I don't need to at all, I handle y'all on my dolo
Y'all disgusting with this homo rap, it's fucking up my mojo
I done took everything, y'all could possibly give
Shut your mouth and be happy, that I'm letting you live
Split your head like a cantaloupe, and slice up your [?]
[?] lyrical precision, [?] stay with the [?]