Kiss your ass goodbey

[Dj Skee]
Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street
shit

Don't kick them, yeah, and by the way...

[Devil Voice]
Nu Jerzey Devil

This is a Dj Skee premiere . . [Scratches in]

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 1 - Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo,
The flow is here, the dough is here
The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year
(haha)
The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (damn)
The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh)
The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight)
You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch)
I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up)
You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme
that)
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm
right here nigga)
I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt)
I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha)
They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah)
But niggas sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good
(D-Block)
It's loaded when I get out the car, like
(La da daaa, laa daa daaaa)

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Yeah, D-Block
They say hate spread faster than love
So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the
gloves
With me, I'mma send a bastard to bug
'fore you get the police, the first and last of the
gov
These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em the bleed comes
The two pussies you with, just make it a threesome
They buyin out quick, you gotta buy your C guns
Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one
My glass jar had a hell of a rerun
(la da daaa, laa daa daaaa)
As we proceed son, had i known
Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one
I'm thinking short ranged
Gimme a sport ranged
I wanna get warmer
I'm jumping in the sauna
Duck when I'm passing by
Put your head 'tween your legs
Kiss your ass goodbye

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel]
You niggas lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down
Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now
Running your mouth 'fore I shit all in it
All ya'll ass, and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you niggas
I fed, and I burped you niggas
Quick as that, I will earth you niggas
Clothed you niggas
Whiped the snot from the nose of you niggas
What not to expose you niggas
Trist knife or razor fight
I got a year and a day
Still played it like they gave me life
Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two
cops
Throwing shit on the wall, not at the food slot
Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes
Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps
Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail
I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill
You let them DC niggas have sex in your cell
You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the
front
Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch
Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits
F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch
How you blow trail and stay all rich, bitch
Now it's time to set it off
You got sumfn on ur chest man the tec will tear it
off
Mwuah

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[The Game]
[Whisperin]
Hurricane Game,
welcome to your funeral motherfuckas

[Verse 4 ? The Game]
you rat ass nigga you run with the fags u pussy
I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me
After you flop im takin your fans,
Give you a reason to do that dumb shit with your
hands
Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van
Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans
Get your mind right
Or get your mind put right next to them all white air
nikes
Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tite
Let him scream g-unit with dust in his wind pipes
Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers
How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 5 - Jadakiss]
alot of niggas supposed to be down, they most be
clowns
who think im trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close
to the crown
I take a couple o0o?s and Aaah?s, jewls and cars
Screw some broads, and im still cool with Nas
Ya real suttle still, so fuckin ill
How you can turn an idea into a couple mill
But everybody got they hand in the pot
So either you cut them off or hand them a knot
And I aint neva planning to stop, im planning to rock
Till the rims matchin the top, and the fantom is drop
They?ll neva get away with the shit I pull off god
Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard
And you no the old kiss, you don?t know the grown
kiss
Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick
Still got access to the 2 tone bricks
Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone shit

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]
You can kiss your ass goodbyeee
(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)
La da daaa, laa daa daaaa