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[Sheek Louch]
Jump out the Rover nigga
Hoodie on, back to carryin` them thangs
Summer`s ova nigga (Oh Summer`s ova)
I clap my shit
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop
I`m bout to rap my shit
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 niggas ass like thongs (BITCH!)
I ain`t spit that shit to get dis whip
Your advance: I made that with just this trip
Next trip I`m 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
I`ve been comin` through Queens
Coppin` weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis rats and they ain`t seen you once
Diamoned up
Back with Bad Boy reminiscin`, me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!)
They say I`m too sick for the new school
I can`t 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 don`t understand what I`m doin` there
With some sunflower seeds (I`m in the hood nigga)
10-10in`, army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head
The beat`s spinnin`
They sayin` what the street`s been missin`
Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, I`m comin` back like the wrath
Ya`ll bitch niggas ya`ll ain`t safe
LETS GO!
[Jadakiss]
See the pictures I paint son
If I ain`t the King of New York then there ain`t one
Tell me who fuckin` want it
And you can put somethin` on it
I`m 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 card, it`s affordable
I ain`t neva gotta infiltrate, cause it`s portable
[C`mon] The trey 5-7 is chrome
If any big niggas is wit me they just came home
Either way I`ma pop that nine
Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I can`t lie
But I don`t know who told his black ass he can`t die
The other day I made 40 in a hour
Fuck, in the studio, I`m Berry Gordy wit the powder
No retreat , No surrender
I`m at the juice bar, Armageddon`s 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 fuckin` nasty, like chocolate milk after a Big Mac
I`m on my CEO shit right now
Til this underhanded politic shit pipe down (Feel Me!)
Shout out to the media and maxes
November 8th, Sheek Louch: After Taxes
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