Made Ya Look

Yo, I need it from the top

This is history, baby

Let me hear you say D-Block

Let me hear you say D-Block

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Yo, yo, yo, yo

Ain't nothin' but trouble, God

When I kick in the door

With D-Block, Bravehearts, and a double R

Don't make me let the machine off

This is methadone music that you can lean on

Made You Look, the remix with me up on it

I copped your shit, now I break weed up on it

And everything is real I see

Like my niggas that been home but only got a jail ID

I helped the game, it ain't help me

I'm top five, dead or alive and that's just off one LP

And I still buzz, they feel cuz

'Cause they know the flow's ill just like real ones

I'm just tryna make sure that my son's wealthy

I'm in shape, make sure that my gun's healthy

I'm an ape, you can't stand this

Comin' through the hood in a acid man crisp

The color of dandruff

They said we jumped him, I just let the gun stomp him

Copped P the turbo soon as they uncuff him

This goes out to all of your mans

Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a coroner van?

D-Block, they shootin'

Minneapolis, they shootin'

Minnesota, they shootin'