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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter flies

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)