[Sheek Jump out the nigga on, back to carryin' them thangs Summer's ova (Oh Summer's ova) I clap my copped a GT, album bout to drop I'm bout to rap my They go see me way Sheek After Taxes G-Unot on the (G-UNOT!) The crack is beige, the is aged The yak is strong, the is long Sheek show these little niggas ass thongs (BITCH!) I ain't spit that to get dis whip Your I made that with just this trip Next trip I'm savin' my I already know the hip hop sit and study my flow So I throw 'em off, play the course like AIDS Yellow fo wit the Polo plaid And ever New Orleans been comin' through Queens Coppin' and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis rats and they ain't you once up Back with Bad Boy reminiscin', me and Big both Bacardi up (What Up Big!) They say I'm too for the new school I can't classes, so I just build up the masses Red Monkey jeans, glasses Me just there, causin' some crashes Sheek a breed They don't what I'm doin' there With some sunflower (I'm in the hood nigga) 10-10in', army coat no Doo rag, but not my head The spinnin' They what the street's been missin' Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was for the streets to listen November 8th, I'm comin' like the wrath Ya'll bitch niggas ain't safe GO!
See the pictures I son If I ain't the of New York then there ain't one Tell me who fuckin' it And you can put on it I'm in the O-6 Supercharged wit on it Mad-hot, to is to have not My crack spot is pro-tools on my Much cheaper then the carter, affordable I ain't gotta infiltrate, cause it's portable [C'mon] The 5-7 is chrome If any big niggas is wit me they came home Either way pop that nine Call him 40 now, cause he dropped that dime And he got me kinda jammed up now, I can't lie But I don't know who his black ass he can't die The other day I 40 in a hour Fuck, in the studio, I'm Gordy wit the powder No , No surrender I'm at the bar, Armageddon's in the blender [NAH!] ready for the Winter Sweat-suit weather, some reason I shoot Carry the big And leave the scene real fuckin' nasty, like milk after a Big Mac I'm on my CEO right now Til underhanded politic shit pipe down (Feel Me!) Shout out to the media and November 8th, Louch: After Taxes One