The First 48

[Intro]
Bang! bang!
Ahh
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrah
Who's that!
Eg West nigga
D  Bloc! It's Bizz Loc
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrah
ERR!
Bang!  bang! nigga

[Verse]
Call me mosh-pit 'cause I'm wild as shit
All my conflicts involved knives and sticks
And when I say sticks, I mean nines and fifths
Death  turned the left row 'cause I'm signed to crips
Greedy motherfucker like gimme, gimme, gimme
Money of all colors, somethin' like pennies
The flow tight but I never rock skinny's
Keep the gun cocked and I never rock jimmy's
Bet! Say I'll be the last to fall
These niggas never made cash at all
D Block niggas, all blast metal
Riding I ain't talking 'bout gas pedal
Money gettin' long like a winner, pool stick
Selling hard white, formed from a cool whip
Bitch be a ten and I'm holding two fifths
Everybody strapped but they never do shit
Send the real shooters, I don't know if you is
Nigga dealt me then he never knew Bizz
One shot niggas while you selling Cubans
You was on bikes when I copped a new Benz
Eye so red Imma need a blue lens
How you winnin' war 'fore you do is lose friends
How you gettin' dollas if you never use sense [cents]
I make dirty money so I know the true scent
Fuck the subliminals just get to the facts, G
If she loose then that bitch gettin' battried
You got shot, now you wish you can catch me
Rats killing cats like Itchy and Scratchy
But a snitch will get merked 'fore he turn rat
Wassi'd up my third nigga with my third gat
Just remember your block is where the birds at
Fuck boy tryna diss so I ERR that!
Keep the guns on kotch for the onslaught
Niggas jaws drop, dome shots, off your hard tops
When the car stop, close range fuck a long shot
Snitches call cops, real talks 'cause I'm on top
TDot I'm the cream of the crop
Diss me and I'll come through and start steamin' the Glock
Just copped a new fifth with a beam on the top
When I let the gun blow shots breezing the block
Niggas rate the kid 'cause they know that I'm wildin'
It's D Block!
Motherfucker I be holdin' it down
I use clips but my left hand loadin' the pound
Three niggas rode out now we all outta rounds
You all clowns, step you the next to be laid
Shots wet, nigga leaving waves all in their brain
Calling my name but don't hate it's part of the game
This the first 48 the rest is all for the chain