Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Styles P] (Sheek Louch)
When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you
(P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible
**** with my life, I'm stressin' your deat
Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck
You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?
shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun Soo
It's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood
Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood
Don't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strapped
And I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your back
Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the beef
I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep
I made a vow to the streets at a very young age
That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze
Got niggas that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with m
Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me
My niggas is real they all'll see the judge with m
Nobody in rap, 'cause all my niggas thug with me (bitch
[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)
We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
Niggas is ass (let's get it on
Walk with me (I)
Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
Niggas is ass (let's get it on
Walk with me (I)
[Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
We chase niggas through mall
Clap niggas through wall
Y'all want it with them D-Block boys
Put the brown things up in you like Chips Ahoys
Listen I'ma thug and I'm proud
Y'all niggas "Fashionably Lo
I don't give a **** what kind of shit that
I'll put the barrel to your kids and your wiz
Watch them float, fish takin bites of they skin
Little holes in they chin
You in the mirror tryna see if they spin
Niggas is ass, tell a bitch drop the top and sto
Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop
I'm in the hood like boots on niggas car
Gats on niggas waist, you couldn't even tell that we star
Break down food, pizza, whatever it be
I love my niggas and they love me (get off our dicks
What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you
Right in your waist and hand your niggas liver to you, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)
Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
And the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's gold
When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
With the trey pound next to my nuts
A shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutch
I swear for God the Mag'll bust
Niggas know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dus
Y'all industry-tuitionalized
My niggas is real, real niggas see the truth and the lie
Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)
With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is left
And sometimes I say shit that I shouldn't
But I never said that I couldn't
Turn your chest plate into pudding
And all my niggas'll spra
Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggas is gay, u
[Chorus]
When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you
(P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible
**** with my life, I'm stressin' your deat
Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck
You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?
shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun Soo
It's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood
Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood
Don't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strapped
And I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your back
Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the beef
I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep
I made a vow to the streets at a very young age
That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze
Got niggas that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with m
Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me
My niggas is real they all'll see the judge with m
Nobody in rap, 'cause all my niggas thug with me (bitch
[Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)
We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
Niggas is ass (let's get it on
Walk with me (I)
Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh
Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah
Bringin the storm (changin the norm)
Niggas is ass (let's get it on
Walk with me (I)
[Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)
We chase niggas through mall
Clap niggas through wall
Y'all want it with them D-Block boys
Put the brown things up in you like Chips Ahoys
Listen I'ma thug and I'm proud
Y'all niggas "Fashionably Lo
I don't give a **** what kind of shit that
I'll put the barrel to your kids and your wiz
Watch them float, fish takin bites of they skin
Little holes in they chin
You in the mirror tryna see if they spin
Niggas is ass, tell a bitch drop the top and sto
Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop
I'm in the hood like boots on niggas car
Gats on niggas waist, you couldn't even tell that we star
Break down food, pizza, whatever it be
I love my niggas and they love me (get off our dicks
What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you
Right in your waist and hand your niggas liver to you, yea
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)
Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums
And the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's gold
When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low
With the trey pound next to my nuts
A shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutch
I swear for God the Mag'll bust
Niggas know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dus
Y'all industry-tuitionalized
My niggas is real, real niggas see the truth and the lie
Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)
With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is left
And sometimes I say shit that I shouldn't
But I never said that I couldn't
Turn your chest plate into pudding
And all my niggas'll spra
Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggas is gay, u
[Chorus]