[helicopter flies overhead]
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There comes a time, in every man's life
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When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with
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Who you fuckin with? Them niggaz don't care about you
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Them niggaz don't give a fuck about you
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Why you rappin like that? This street music!
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[Sheek Louch]
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Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
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the fiend on a nigga guarantee he won't walk up out it
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No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
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but the muzzle them usin make this motherfucker updated
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Puh-puh, nigga please; if a nigga had your son
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and had him lookin down you wouldn't even squeeze
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Uh uhh, I don't know; I don't wanna hear about
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the money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
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Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
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I just live off more points than the porcupines
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Uh uhh, feel me cousin? Sheek been a problem
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before this D-Block shit started buzzin
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Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
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With that women in your family can suck my dick
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And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
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Muh'fucker, I'm just workin with some sense
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[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
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This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
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Street music - what? [repeat 4X]
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This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
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Street music - what? [repeat 4X]
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[Sheek Louch]
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Y'all niggaz so sweet, Sheek so street
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From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet
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The heart in my chest, black on my flesh
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And I swear to my son, I'll leave this shit a mess
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I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
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is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
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And every frontin nigga got a story to tell
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Bye bye nigga, doves fly nigga
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The hardest nigga spittin came from Bed-Stuy nigga
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After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
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I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this shit
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But I swear, on the streets I'm royalty
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Kinda scary ain't it? You don't wanna be
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That's why the hood treat you colder than the A&P
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I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black power
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It's for any motherfucker that gets up
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek Louch]
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Niggaz don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
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Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'fuckin thangs with me
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Fuck it put 'em up; muh'fucker put your guns in the air
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If you with me nigga hold 'em up
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Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
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and have a nigga white tee, like you fingerpaint it
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Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
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Once I'm there about to tell you what nigga shot him
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What the fuck is up? I ain't nuttin up
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Niggaz hard 'til they leakin through they button up
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Get at my crew, whatever nigga who
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You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
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Understand me nigga - if it happens, it happens
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But I ain't really a Grammy nigga
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Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
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I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage
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[Chorus]
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Street Music
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| Sheek Louch |
