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[Sheek Louch]

Aiyyo; I ain't Ma$e but fuck it I'm back again - baby

Them hood niggaz know I got crack again - baby

Chillin I ain't even been practicin - baby

But it's time to load the muh'fuckin mag again - aiyyo baby

I ain't heard nuttin yet that get me out my seat

Mixtape niggaz callin like they ran out of heat

They want (shit) that make niggaz get on the bar and do 20

(Shit) that make niggaz go in the street and get money

Like Hot 97 I'll be callin you Sonny

I've been spittin back when your nose was still runny (lil' nigga)

These pussy-ass niggaz all scared to death

While I watch, sit calm like Red & Meth

Clap off at a nigga, 'til it ain't no breath

If I don't hear shells droppin, it ain't none left

I met a lot of real niggaz in time, I ain't gon' lie

It's only a handful that I met that can rhyme

Everybody else in my cool

Big linky young boys in the game, like Kareem Abdul

Niggaz better stay calm, I'ma leave that jewel

Sheek worse than that bully, that you meet after school

And I don't give a fuck what you think doggie

Go across the street and play around with your walkie talkie

Get me a butter roll and a cup of coffee

I'm tryin to do graveyard and shake this monkey

Ahh! Yeah yeah the God is here

I feel love like when niggaz brought A-Rod here

The iPod here, hundreds of songs

Niggaz love me in the hood I'm like compared to Wongs

Muh'fucker!