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Sheek Louch
Jump out the Rover nigg*
Hoodie on, back to carryin them thangs
Summers ova nigg* (Oh Summers ova)
I clap my s**t
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop
Im bout to rap my s**t
They go see me way upstate
Sheek Louch: After Taxes
G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!)
The crack is beige, the wine is aged
The yak is strong, the barrel is long
Sheek show these little as* like thongs (b*tch!)
I aint spit that s**t to get dis whip
Your advance: I made that with just this trip
Next trip Im savin my dough
I already know the hip hop police sit and study my flow
So I throw em off, play the golf course
Disappear like AIDS
Yellow fo wit the Polo plaid pants
And ever since New Orleans
Ive been comin through Queens
Coppin weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis rats and they aint seen you once
Diamoned up
Back with Bad Boy reminiscin, me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!)
They say Im too sick for the new school
I cant attend classes, so I just build up the masses
Red Monkey jeans, Belushi glasses
Me just sittin there, causin some crashes
Sheek a rare breed
They dont understand what Im doin there
With some sunflower seeds (Im in the hood nigg*)
10-10in, army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head
The beats spinnin
They sayin what the streets been missin
Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, Im comin back like the wrath
Yall b*tch yall aint safe
LETS GO!
Jadakiss
See the pictures I paint son
If I aint the King of New York then there aint one
Tell me who fkin want it
And you can put somethin on it
Im in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothin on it
Mad-hot, to have is to have not
My crack spot is pro-tools on my laptop
Much cheaper then the carter, its affordable
I aint neva gotta infiltrate, cause its portable
Cmon The trey 5-7 is chrome
If any big is wit me they just came home
Either way Ima pop that nine
Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I cant lie
But I dont know who told his black as* he cant die
The other day I made 40 in a hour
fk, in the studio, Im Berry Gordy wit the powder
No retreat , No surrender
Im at the juice bar, Armageddons in the blender
NAH! Getting ready for the Winter
Sweat-suit weather, some reason I shoot better
Carry the big gats
And leave the scene real fkin nasty, like chocolate milk after a Big Mac
Im on my CEO s**t right now
Til this underhanded politic s**t pipe down (Feel Me!)
Shout out to the media and maxes
November 8th, Sheek Louch: After Taxes
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