(feat. The Game)
{*helicopter flies overhead*}
There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he f***** with
Who you f***** with? Them n***** don't care about you
Them n***** don't give a f*** about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!
[Sheek Louch]
Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
the fiend on a n**** guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
but the muzzle them usin make this m*********** updated
Puh-puh, n**** please; if a n**** had your son
and had him lookin down you wouldn't even squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I don't wanna hear about
the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Uh uhh, feel me cousin? Sheek been a problem
before this D-Block s*** started buzzin
Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my d***
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'f*****, I'm just workin with some sense
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
This is that blood, crip, latin king s***, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
This is that blood, crip, latin king s***, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
[Sheek Louch]
Y'all n***** so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet
The heart in my chest, black on my flesh
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this s*** a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin n**** got a story to tell
Bye bye n****, doves fly n****
The hardest n**** spittin came from Bed-Stuy n****
After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this s***
But I swear, on the streets I'm royalty
Kinda scary ain't it? You don't wanna be
That's why the hood treat you colder than the A&P
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black power
It's for any m*********** that gets up
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
n***** don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'f***** thangs with me
f*** it put 'em up; muh'f***** put your guns in the air
If you with me n**** hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
and have a n**** white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what n**** shot him
What the f*** is up? I ain't nuttin up
n***** hard 'til they leakin through they b***on up
Get at my crew, whatever n**** who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me n**** - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy n****
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage
[Chorus]
{*helicopter flies overhead*}
There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he f***** with
Who you f***** with? Them n***** don't care about you
Them n***** don't give a f*** about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!
[Sheek Louch]
Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
the fiend on a n**** guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
but the muzzle them usin make this m*********** updated
Puh-puh, n**** please; if a n**** had your son
and had him lookin down you wouldn't even squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I don't wanna hear about
the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Uh uhh, feel me cousin? Sheek been a problem
before this D-Block s*** started buzzin
Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my d***
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'f*****, I'm just workin with some sense
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
This is that blood, crip, latin king s***, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
This is that blood, crip, latin king s***, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
[Sheek Louch]
Y'all n***** so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet
The heart in my chest, black on my flesh
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this s*** a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin n**** got a story to tell
Bye bye n****, doves fly n****
The hardest n**** spittin came from Bed-Stuy n****
After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this s***
But I swear, on the streets I'm royalty
Kinda scary ain't it? You don't wanna be
That's why the hood treat you colder than the A&P
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black power
It's for any m*********** that gets up
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch]
n***** don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'f***** thangs with me
f*** it put 'em up; muh'f***** put your guns in the air
If you with me n**** hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
and have a n**** white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what n**** shot him
What the f*** is up? I ain't nuttin up
n***** hard 'til they leakin through they b***on up
Get at my crew, whatever n**** who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me n**** - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy n****
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage
[Chorus]