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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter flies

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

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
Y'all niggaz so sweet, so street
From the doo rag on my head to the on my feet
The heart in my chest, on my flesh
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this shit a
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, fly nigga
The hardest nigga spittin came from nigga
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 I'm royalty
Kinda scary ain't it? You don't be
That's why the hood treat you colder the A&P
I my fists up - but it ain't for black power
It's for any motherfucker that up

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)