{*helicopter flies overhead*}

There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with
Who you fuckin with? Them n***as don't care about you
Them n***as don't give a fuck about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!

[Sheek Louch]
Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
The fiend on a n***a guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
But the muzzle them usin make this motherfucker updated
Puh-puh, n***a please; if a n***a had your son
And had him lookin down you wouldn't even squeeze
Uh uhh, I don't know; I don't wanna hear about
The money that you had, or what you did a long time ago
Yo yo the hood is mine; I don't gotta sell a lot
I just live off more points than the porcupines
Uh uhh, feel me cousin? Sheek been a problem
Before this D-Block shit started buzzin
Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my dick
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'fucker, I'm just workin with some sense
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}

[Sheek Louch]
Y'all n***as so sweet, Sheek so street
From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet
The heart in my chest, black on my flesh
And I swear to my son, I'll leave this shit a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
Is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin n***a got a story to tell
Bye bye n***a, doves fly n***a
The hardest n***a spittin came from Bed-Stuy n***a
After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this shit
But I swear, on the streets I'm royalty
Kinda scary ain't it? You don't wanna be
That's why the hood treat you colder than the A&P
I throw my fists up - but it ain't for black power
It's for any motherfucker that gets up

[Hook]
[Sheek Louch]
N***as don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'fuckin thangs with me
Fuck it put 'em up; muh'fucker put your guns in the air
If you with me n***a hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
And have a n***a white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what n***a shot him
What the fuck is up? I ain't nuttin up
N***as hard 'til they leakin through they button up
Get at my crew, whatever n***a who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me n***a - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy n***a
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage

[Hook]