[Sheek] Yeah, yo, well if
finish streets like the westerns
turn around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all industry niggas
Well some faggit- ass reporter don,
don't let this be your last interview you do
print it straight to avoid this bullet wound boo
And y'all niggas kill me with
Well see a player ?, swear a nigga
them niggas ain't got no whips
but fuck y'all we got more chips
Shit y'all doing nothing,
I can buy a ? for a bitch
Now let me see what else,
oh yeah these hoes act like we mar ried
don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why
don't you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty- nine
That's why you get smacked,
cause y'all hoes ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these younger
brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever
Might as well hold your microphone,
that's how I feel if it ain't your own
But we spit as individually writ,
why you paid sixteen stars to write your
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't
y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors,
Yo, yo, yo, hey yo I pump up,
get big walk through the party jig
tattoos that's straight to the bar, kid
No weed, healthy as an ox
You see solo in some spots,
mom said I was soon to be done
and my career's yet to begun
you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain,
and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff
showed me the better things in life
And how to live phat like Biggie, so
I present my shit like that
this part time college nigga, part time job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob,
Caught slipping almost got Sheek plugged,
Shorty rushed the building with the pump out,
he spit around I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down,
cause I ain't know, word yo
And since then neither religious or christian,
but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan,
so if niggas click they know by now they better
my whole click been ConAir, every time we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash,
Now that's sweet, undetected,
so when I walk through the scanners it don't beep
I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles,
and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy
but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still
So I sit and ? like a bitch, Lox in Cancun
Up in daddios fucking wild hoes,
So fuck y'all, we paid y'all ?, we train hard continuously,
I rock you ran up them stairs,
we run up charts and won't stop til one of us
With one through the heart,
but even then that won't stop us
Cause or spirit gon' guide us, till we rich and old,
we killed this game in your website like spiders
Old and gray we're still the same Lox