[helicopter flies overhead]

There comes a time, in every man's life

When he gon' have to decide, who he $#&@in with
Who you $#&@in with? Them ^!$$%z don't care about you
Them ^!$$%z don't give a $#&@ 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 ^!$$% guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old

but the muzzle them usin make this mother$#&@er updated
Puh-puh, ^!$$% please; if a ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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'$#&@er, I'm just workin with some sense

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

This is that blood, crip, latin king %#@!, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? [x4]
This is that blood, crip, latin king %#@!, every hustler pushin a whip

Street music - what? [x4]

[Sheek Louch]

Y'all ^!$$%z 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 %#@! a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
is sittin in a cell, goin through hell

And every frontin ^!$$% got a story to tell
Bye bye ^!$$%, doves fly ^!$$%
The hardest ^!$$% spittin came from Bed-Stuy ^!$$%

After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this %#@!
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 mother$#&@er that gets up

[Chorus]


[Sheek Louch]
^!$$%z don't wanna buh-bug bang with me

Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'$#&@in thangs with me
$#&@ it put 'em up; muh'$#&@er put your guns in the air
If you with me ^!$$% hold 'em up

Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
and have a ^!$$% white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em

Once I'm there about to tell you what ^!$$% shot him
What the $#&@ is up? I ain't nuttin up
^!$$%z hard 'til they leakin through they button up

Get at my crew, whatever ^!$$% who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me ^!$$% - if it happens, it happens

But I ain't really a Grammy ^!$$%
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage


[Chorus]