[Verse 1 - Styles P] (Sheek Louch)
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When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you
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(P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible
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Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death
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Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck
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You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?
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Shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun Soo
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It's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood
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Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood
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Don't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strapped
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And I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your back
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Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the beef
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I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep
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I made a vow to the streets at a very young age
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That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze
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Got niggaz that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with me
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Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me
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My niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with me
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Nobody in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga)
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[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)
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We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
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Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
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Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
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Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)
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Walk with me (I)
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Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
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Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
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Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
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Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)
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Walk with me (I)
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[Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
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We chase niggaz through malls
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Clap niggaz through walls
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Y'all want it with them D-Block boys
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Put the brown things up in you like Chips Ahoys
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Listen I'ma thug and I'm proud
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Y'all niggaz "Fashionably Loud"
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I don't give a fuck what kind of shirt that is
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I'll put the barrel to your kids and your wiz
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Watch them float, fish takin bites of they skin
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Little holes in they chin
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You in the mirror tryna see if they spin
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Niggaz is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stop
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Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop
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I'm in the hood like boots on niggaz cars
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Gats on niggaz waist, you couldn't even tell that we stars
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Break down food, pizza, whatever it be
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I love my niggaz and they love me (get off our dick)
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What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you
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Right in your waist and hand your fuckin liver to you, yeah
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)
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Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
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And the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's gold
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When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
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With the trey pound next to my nuts
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A shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutch
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I swear for God the Mag'll bust
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Niggaz know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dust
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Y'all industry-tuitionalized
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My niggaz is real, real niggaz see the truth and the lies
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Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)
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With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is left
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And sometimes I say shit that I shouldn't
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But I never said that I couldn't
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Turn your chest plate into pudding
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And all my niggaz'll spray
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Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggaz is gay, uh
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[Chorus]
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The Streetsweeper (featuring The LOX)
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| DJ Kayslay |
