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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter flies

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

(Sheek Louch)
Yo, let's, talk about it what; can throw
the on a nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated kinda old
but the them usin make this motherfucker updated
Puh-puh, nigga if a nigga had your son
and had him lookin down you wouldn't squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I wanna hear about
the that you had, or what you did a long time 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 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 been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'fucker, I'm just with some sense

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)