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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter overhead*}

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

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
Y'all so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the on my feet
The heart in my chest, black on my
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my
is in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin nigga got a story to
Bye bye nigga, doves fly
The hardest nigga spittin came from Bed-Stuy
that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got I ain't a king to none of this shit
But I swear, on the streets I'm
Kinda scary ain't it? You wanna be
why the hood treat you colder than the A&P
I throw my 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 thangs with me
it put 'em up; muh'fucker 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 have a white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what shot him
What the is up? I ain't nuttin up
Niggaz hard 'til they through they button up
Get at my crew, whatever who
You don't need a flight to be all
me nigga - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the

(Chorus)