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(feat. The Game)

{*helicopter flies

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

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
Y'all niggaz so sweet, Sheek so
From the doo rag on my head to the on my feet
The heart in my chest, 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 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 that was Sheek, 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 don't be
That's why the treat you colder than the A&P
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for power
for any motherfucker that gets up

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)