(feat. S.I., Sheek Louch)
[Sheek Louch]

Geah, make a move y'all

Which part you wan' lose?

The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise

I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze

I'm tougher than leather nigga I cannot bruise

Who wanna try a nigga?

Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (hold that!)

Ooze on out (uh-huh)

Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out

I'm that shit that great Mario {?} 'bout

Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor

Shells in the sandbox; niggaz with big glocks

Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx

Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)

You pussy, nigga come fuck with the alkie

Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)

Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)

Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)

Hammer cocked (yeah) let that, go

I ain't heard shit in a long long time

To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!)

Niggaz still livin off the petty-ass crimes

The Hossa{?} hater, Lacoste gator

Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter

Whattup street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz

FUCK sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (yeah!)



[Chorus: S.I.]

Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?

You can come and get a fresh buck-50

We got guns, money, liquor, drugs

We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder)

Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?

You can come and get a fresh buck-50

We got guns, money, liquor, drugs

We right here until they come get me



[Jadakiss]

C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon

Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo



Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop

Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask "Are they cocked?"

I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block

Late night, red linin in an R.A. drop

And I'm only tuckin them until I shoot ya

When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin with your future

You gon' realize this is nothin that you're used to

Get your life tooken by a booster, then we gon' hang the noose up

It's all over with (yeah)

All they found was his Louis scarf with his DNA all over it (mm)

Who's choosin and pickin them (who?)

Cause I'm sick of them, not followin the curriculum (yeah)

It's my shit and I'm evictin them (get out)

Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin them

Even though the love's frail the thug's real

All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail

Much harder fightin when the battle is uphill

Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will

Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases

Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (run)

In case I gotta put some artwork on faces

If we leave the game for God they gon' +Mase+ us

My suggestion, is that you don't even test son

Unless you wanna catch a fresh one



[Chorus]



[Outro: Sheek Louch]

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Let's go