[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Fuck! Shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over, motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo, shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah, I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop a hundred bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is? I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids
And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped, that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block the best way
Professionall-ay, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted, lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nothin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costin'
Fuck! Shit is real right here
Roc-A-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over, motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo
Yo, shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah, I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop a hundred bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is? I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids
And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped, that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block the best way
Professionall-ay, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted, lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nothin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costin'
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