The Alchemist, Big Noyd, Styles P, Havoc, J-Hood - D Block to QB lyrics

"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss
"Yo Alchemist
Drop that new shit for 'em right fast"

"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss

Aiyyo, I'm never empty handed
Understand dunn? I keep a fistful of cash
The other on some ass son
Smack the shit out niggas 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 fuckin your bird?
Cause that's my word
Front like you want a war
And homie we can settle the score
Whatchu waitin for?

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 niggas is degenerates
It don't make sense to do
Business with a nigga
If you ain't gon' benefit
Fuck 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'mma clap ya forehead and dump
You up under 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
These slugs hit you they takin your arms
D-Block got 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

"It's the Ryders and the Mobb" - Jadakiss

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 niggas kiss they cross
You know you done fucked up now
Niggas talkin just to be talkin
Ain't nothin sweet with 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
Niggas talkin out they ass like
You just sniffed 'caine

My niggas live life with a 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
Niggas 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 Ryder 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 niggas flow, nobody watered up
Shoot 'til the gun empty
Then niggas sort it up
Anytime P in the booth, nigga record it up
G-host toast
I kill niggas when the quarter's up