Sheek Louch - Street Music lyrics

(feat. The Game) {*helicopter flies overhead*} There comes a time, in every man's life When he gon' have to decide, who he f**in with Who you f**in with? Them n***az don't care about you Them n***az don't give a f** 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 motherf**er 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 sh** started buzzin Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick With that women in your family can s** my dick And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best Muh'f**er, I'm just workin with some sense (Chorus: Sheek Louch) This is that blood, crip, latin king sh**, every hustler pushin a whip Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*} This is that blood, crip, latin king sh**, every hustler pushin a whip Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*} (Sheek Louch) Y'all n***az 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 motherf**er that gets up (Chorus) (Sheek Louch) n***az don't wanna buh-bug bang with me Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'f**in thangs with me f** it put 'em up; muh'f**er 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 f** is up? I ain't nuttin up n***az hard 'til they leakin through they bu*ton 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 (Chorus)