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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter overhead*}

There comes a time, in every life
When he gon' have to decide, who he with
Who you fuckin with? Them niggaz care about you
Them don't give a fuck about you
Why you rappin like that? This music!

(Sheek Louch)
Yo, let's, talk it what; Sheek can throw
the fiend on a nigga he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; old
but the muzzle usin make this motherfucker updated
Puh-puh, nigga if a nigga had your son
and had him lookin you wouldn't even squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I wanna hear about
the money that you had, or what you did a time ago
Yo yo the is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the
Uh uhh, feel me cousin? been a problem
before this D-Block shit started
are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that in your family can suck my dick
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't I'm the best
Muh'fucker, I'm just workin some sense

(Chorus: Louch)
This is blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
Street - what? {*repeat 4X*}
This is that blood, crip, latin shit, every hustler pushin a whip
music - what? {*repeat 4X*}

(Sheek Louch)
Y'all so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the on my feet
The in my chest, black on my flesh
And I swear to my son, leave this shit a mess
I do it for the yard, where of my squad
is sittin in a cell, goin through
And every nigga got a story to tell
Bye bye nigga, doves fly
The hardest nigga spittin came Bed-Stuy nigga
that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of shit
But I swear, on the streets I'm
Kinda ain't it? You don't wanna be
That's why the hood treat you than the A&P
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black
It's for any motherfucker that up

(Chorus)

(Sheek Louch)
Niggaz don't wanna bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 you see me I got the muh'fuckin thangs with me
it put 'em up; muh'fucker put your guns in the air
If you me nigga hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't to go to war
and have a white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what nigga him
the fuck is up? I ain't nuttin up
Niggaz hard 'til they leakin through they up
Get at my crew, nigga who
You don't need a to be all JetBlue
me nigga - if it happens, it happens
But I really a Grammy nigga
Sheek spit y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the Block on the stage

(Chorus)