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 sh*t that make n*ggas wanna wreck they click,(Uh-huh)
Grab your gun and diss n*ggas to they di*k
Buck sumin go sumwhere and f**k somethin, (F**k somethin)
Like that frontin n*gga b*tch, 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 motherf**kin face is torn, (Uh-huh)
Toungue is gone, (What else?)
3-piece suits is worn
Hate yall faggot ass n*ggas thats scared to death
Talk sh*t, when im around yall hold yall breath
I make murder music
My sh*t 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!)
F**k that maybe when im rich, (F**k that)
But untill then where the f**k is my thugs at up in this b*tch?!
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 n*gga, Your cut up n*gga, (Warrup)
Shoe sh*t to lift the truck up n*gga
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 n*ggas, (Style on n*ggas)
Beat some down we gon pile on n*ggas, (Get em)
Wild on n*ggas (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 ain't gettin locked up, (Uh-Uh)
That mean we even shootin the cops up
Warrup? (Yeah n*gga 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 sh*t like i wanna talk, (Yeah)
Bop how i wanna walk, (Yeah)
And you can tell a n*gga derr is from New York
And i still got my south n*ggas ready to squeeze
I dont need cake to see me with a couple of g's
And i dont need a loan muhf**ker im grown
I had a 38 before i had a phone
I stuck n*ggas up before yall little n*ggas started to bone, (Woo)
It's that sheek louch sh*t yall n*ggas tryna clone
Lets be real
The average muhf**ker with a deal, (Nah)
Probly never had a fight
No guns, none of that
n*ggas 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 pus*y n*ggas try their hand
Im kickin the door like "daddy's home!" and i ain't making a bang
What yall coward n*ggas 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