DQ – With That

DQ – With That Lyrics

Artist: DQ
Song: With That

Gang, gang
What? What?
O’Block
Grew up with the killers, robbers and drug dealers

Boy, just paint the picture
Ain’t have no feelings, heart cold as December
Deep down in them trenches
I’m with my n#gg#s, we just chasing billions, boy, we out to get it

Won’t catch me slipping, I’m on point already
Boy, you better not test me
I creep up on you, gun at your belly, brains pop like confetti
These n#gg#s scary, get caught in that jam

They rat #ss always telling
I’m smoking Tooka, Poppie and K.I., can’t forget ’bout Terry
Don’t diss my block, we catch you out in traffic
Boy, you know you buried

I fell in love with this rap sh#t, in this game, I think I’m married
O’Block the family, GDK for life, boy, we don’t f#ck with Larry
Creep up on him, two shots to his dome
He [?] like [?]

Ebo on him, in that field don’t play, call him the biggest Perry
Ebo was outside, we be spinning blocks, n#gg#s had they scary
With my n#gg#s, yeah, this sh#t for life, my brothers gotta cherish
Pull up, jump out, put the pistol to him

Have him screaming, “Help me”
If you want beef, boy, just let me know, my vultures, we stay ready
I tote big choppas, no Rugers
Draco straight to him, I’m aiming right for your medulla

I’m rocking [?], you know how I do it
I walk in the club, bad b#tches they choose
f#ck with them n#gg#s, you know you gon’ lose
Gotta [?], that’s only we [?]

Long live HEC, we back in that mode
They chasing down, them soldiers flow
Lil Marc with me, flame up dude
Clown #ss n#gg#, he just snooze

We got weapons, hammers too
Put sh#t right up on the news
Dummies rats, they giving clues
Telling everything they know

Whitey Gang, we stay on go
All my youngins trained to blow
Grew up with the killers, robbers and drug dealers
Boy, just paint the picture

Ain’t have no feelings, heart cold as December
Deep down in them trenches
I’m with my n#gg#s, we just chasing billions, boy, we out to get it
Won’t catch me slipping, I’m on point already

Boy, you better not test me
I creep up on you, gun at your belly, brains pop like confetti
These n#gg#s scary, get caught in that jam
They rat #ss always telling

I’m smoking Tooka, Poppie and K.I., can’t forget ’bout Terry
Don’t diss my block, we catch you out in traffic
Boy, you know you buried
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From the album:
Blow Up Your Video
Release Year: 1988