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[Verse 1 - P] (Sheek Louch)
When there's beef I'ma ride and won't 'til I'm debtin you
(P swallow pride), my pride ain't edible
Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your
Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines his neck
You wanna gun who (*laughing*),
Shit it's the ghost and my style's the art of Water Block Sun Soo
It's the ghetto godfather, in the hood
Cross the that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood
Don't consider I rap, just consider I'm strapped
And I squeeze at brain, face, rib and your back
Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the
I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm
I made a vow to the streets at a young age
That I would always use my knife and I let my gun blaze
Got niggaz that'll ride with me, die me, thug with me
Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs me
My niggaz is real they see the judge with me
in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga)

[Chorus - Louch] + (Jadakiss)
We gon' keep our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons),
Bringin the (changin the norm)
is ass (let's get it on)
Walk me (I)

flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our (raisin our sons), yeah
the storm (changin the norm)
is ass (let's get it on)
Walk me (I)

2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
We chase niggaz malls
niggaz through walls
Y'all want it them D-Block boys
Put the things up in you like Chips Ahoys
I'ma thug and I'm proud
Y'all "Fashionably Loud"
I don't give a fuck what kind of shirt is
I'll put the barrel to your kids and wiz
them float, fish takin bites of they skin
Little holes in chin
You in the mirror see if they spin
is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stop
Roll the down, get rid of the cop
I'm in the like boots on niggaz cars
Gats on waist, you couldn't even tell that we stars
Break food, pizza, whatever it be
I love my niggaz and they me (get off our dick)
What? you ain't gettin the point I think give it to you
in your waist and hand your fuckin liver to you, yeah

[Verse 3 - (Sheek Louch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo is why I claim no slums (why?)
Cause I could sit back, knock off a a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
And the color of the will kill ya, it's gold
it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
With the trey pound to my nuts
A shotgun shotgun on the seat next to my dutch
I swear for God the Mag'll
Niggaz know 'Kiss flow crazy like a bag of dust
Y'all
My niggaz is real, real niggaz see the and the lies
Aimin for your head (but tryna shoot out your eyes)
With Tef, then stomp out whatever is left
And sometimes I say that I shouldn't
But I never said that I
Turn your chest plate pudding
And all my niggaz'll
women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggaz is gay, uh