[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



[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip

Street music - what?  [x4]

This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip

Street music - what?  [x4]



[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]