Boost The Crime Rate The Alchemist (Ft. J-Hood & Sheek Louch)
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[Intro: J-Hood & Sheek Louch]
(D-Block) Some gangsta shit right here
(D-Block) We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this, I ain't gon' lie
Alchemist, this crazy here, daddy
This gon' cause a riot
Street shit (Grown man shit), Sheek Louch nigga, D-Block, nigga
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I eat, shit, sleep breathe the hood
Holidays I make sure niggas Easter good
Lil' niggas need work, I let 'em fuck up wood
Dirt weed, Sheek Louch been OG'd
This street shit, homie, you can't buy it, can't learn it (Nah)
Don't ask me why I drink and don't burn it
Don't ask me why I load the hammer, if I'm goin' to chill
I don't know who comin' to kill
Look in my grill, see how smooth it feel
It ain't tryin to get cut cause you dusted
That's my word, Imma clap till the guard is busted
With my niggas all over your dogs like mustard
Grimey niggas can't be trusted
I rather you catch me with the burna
Then bid like a motherfuckin' man
These faggot niggas takin' the stand
I get at you when I come home, that's the plan (What up!)
(D-Block) Some gangsta shit right here
(D-Block) We gon' need niggas to bust they guns on this, I ain't gon' lie
Alchemist, this crazy here, daddy
This gon' cause a riot
Street shit (Grown man shit), Sheek Louch nigga, D-Block, nigga
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I eat, shit, sleep breathe the hood
Holidays I make sure niggas Easter good
Lil' niggas need work, I let 'em fuck up wood
Dirt weed, Sheek Louch been OG'd
This street shit, homie, you can't buy it, can't learn it (Nah)
Don't ask me why I drink and don't burn it
Don't ask me why I load the hammer, if I'm goin' to chill
I don't know who comin' to kill
Look in my grill, see how smooth it feel
It ain't tryin to get cut cause you dusted
That's my word, Imma clap till the guard is busted
With my niggas all over your dogs like mustard
Grimey niggas can't be trusted
I rather you catch me with the burna
Then bid like a motherfuckin' man
These faggot niggas takin' the stand
I get at you when I come home, that's the plan (What up!)
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