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{*Helicopter flies overhead*} There comes a time, in every man's life When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with Who you fuckin with? Them niggaz don't care about you Them niggaz don't give a fuck 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 nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old but the muzzle them usin make this motherfucker updated Puh-puh, nigga please; if a nigga 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 shit started buzzin Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick With that women in your family can suck my dick And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best Muh'fucker, I'm just workin with some sense Letras de canciones[Chorus: Sheek Louch] This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*} This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*} [Sheek Louch] Y'all niggaz 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 shit a mess I do it for the yard, where most of my squad is sittin in a cell, goin through hell And every frontin nigga got a story to tell Bye bye nigga, doves fly nigga The hardest nigga spittin came from Bed-Stuy nigga After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this shit 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 motherfucker that gets up [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Niggaz don't wanna buh-bug bang with me Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'fuckin thangs with me Fuck it put 'em up; muh'fucker put your guns in the air If you with me nigga hold 'em up Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war and have a nigga white tee, like you fingerpaint it Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em Once I'm there about to tell you what nigga shot him What the fuck is up? I ain't nuttin up Niggaz hard 'til they leakin through they button up Get at my crew, whatever nigga who You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue Understand me nigga - if it happens, it happens But I ain't really a Grammy nigga Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage [Chorus] From Letras Mania