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Sheek Louch, Jadakiss / Ten Hut
Sheek Louch
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D-Block, ten-hut (Two!)
My street niggas, are you ready?
Let's march
I'm a rider, clap off, hop the divider
Put the car in neutral, let it roll back
Big AK tied to the ski rack
Brick a hundred pack, soap or sheet rock
Two guns up, bitch, that's D-Block
My flow pretty like a peacock
My nigga locked up, but yeah, they still on P cop
Too dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss
Shine more than the stones on baby's wrist
The fifth jump like double dutch in the hood
I'm 'bout to blow, fuck knocking on wood
'Cause if I don't, I'ma knock on the glass of your six hundred
None of y'all want it
And I don't mean track and field when I ask you to run it
I'm nice as fuck, I love to buck
Tuck it in 'fore your ass get stuck, motherfuckers
Fall in, fall in
Aim, fire
Don't ever ask me 'bout what's-his-name, fuck him, he wack
Should wear a condom in the booth 'cause I be fuckin' the track
And I be in the hood a lot, so I be duckin' the rats
The white tee is 4X 'cause I be tuckin' my gat
Take my shit off and knuckle up, it's nothin' to scrap
That's how it usually happen though, a nigga front and get clapped
Louch and Kiss, y'all niggas don't want none of that
P probably workin' out doin' stomach and back
One in your chest, the other sixteen in your hat
Let forensics try to figure out the meanin' of that
They robbed you before, so you know what it mean to get yapped
And you a bitch, so you know what it mean to get slapped
We could shoot it out every day, a hour of slugs
I'm in the coupe knockin' Luther, The Power of Love
Nigga, you could feel the heat for yourself
And you could hate all you want
But the music gon' speak for itself, what
Hold fire, hold fire
Saw they runnin', saw they retreatin', fuck it, fire again
Now these niggas broken up
Ox 'em down, wait for 'em to yell, then see they skin open up
A nice guy, but I'm evil and I'll hurt you
And anybody that you ever see me with'll murk you
And I get my money off the diesel and the purple
'Cause these industry niggas'll easily desert you
Feels good to talk with my nigga
D-Block, you know what time it is, baby, walk with my nigga
Stop talkin', lil' niggas, 'fore your ass get stomped
Yeah, we mans and all that, but y'all really our comp
And I'm on my A game, was on B too long
Stepped it up, 16's crazy strong
Every hood bump Sheek now
In the house, in the whip, in the
Summer, head better with the top down
We could get it on, or we could let it off
After, do it in the yard up north, bitch
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