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[Verse 1 - P] (Sheek Louch)
When there's I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you
(P swallow pride), my pride ain't edible
with my life, I'm stressin your death
Cut his out, wrap his intestines around his neck
You gun who (*laughing*), what?
Shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Sun Soo
the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood
Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the
Don't consider that I rap, consider I'm strapped
And I at your brain, face, rib and your back
Dog we can keep it get straight to the beef
I'm so deep they see the in my eyes when I'm sleep
I made a vow to the streets at a young age
That I always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze
Got niggaz that'll ride with me, die me, thug with me
Bust off hammers, still sell they drugs with me
My is real they all'll see the judge with me
Nobody in rap, cause all my thug with me (nigga)

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

2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
We chase through malls
niggaz through walls
Y'all want it with D-Block boys
Put the things up in you like Chips Ahoys
Listen I'ma thug and I'm
Y'all "Fashionably Loud"
I don't give a fuck kind of shirt that is
I'll put the barrel to your and your wiz
Watch them float, fish bites of they skin
holes in they chin
You in the mirror tryna see if they
is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stop
Roll the down, get rid of the cop
I'm in the hood like on niggaz cars
Gats on niggaz waist, you couldn't even tell we stars
Break food, pizza, whatever it be
I love my niggaz and love me (get off our dick)
What? you ain't gettin the I think I'll give it to you
Right in your waist and hand your fuckin 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 half a brick, and chew Gums
And the color of the Benz 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 ridin on the seat next to my dutch
I swear for God the bust
Niggaz know 'Kiss flow crazy like a bag of dust
industry-tuitionalized
My niggaz is real, real niggaz see the and the lies
Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out eyes)
With every Tef, stomp out whatever is left
And sometimes I say shit I shouldn't
But I never said that I
Turn your plate into pudding
And all my spray
Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all is gay, uh