[Sheek Louch]
Jump out the Rover nigga
Hoodie on, back to carryinâ them thangs
Summerâs ova nigga (Oh Summerâs ova)
I clap my shit
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop
Iâm 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 ainât spit that shit to get dis whip
Your advance: I made that with just this trip
Next trip Iâm savinâ my dough
I already know the hip hop police sit and study my flow
So I throw âem off, play the golf course
Disappear like AIDS
Yellow fo wit the Polo plaid pants
And ever since New Orleans
Iâve been cominâ through Queens
Coppinâ weed and crazy blunts
Word is, Curtis rats and they ainât seen you once
Diamoned up
Back with Bad Boy reminiscinâ, me and Big both Bacardi Limoned up (What Up Big!)
They say Iâm too sick for the new school
I canât attend classes, so I just build up the masses
Red Monkey jeans, Belushi glasses
Me just sittin there, causinâ some crashes
Sheek a rare breed
They donât understand what Iâm doinâ there
With some sunflower seeds (Iâm in the hood nigga)
10-10inâ, army coat no linen
Doo rag, but not from my head
The beatâs spinninâ
They sayinâ what the streetâs been missinâ
Dropped Walk Wit Me, but that was just for the streets to listen
November 8th, Iâm cominâ back like the wrath
Yaâll bitch niggas yaâll ainât safe
LETS GO!
[Jadakiss]
See the pictures I paint son
If I ainât the King of New York then there ainât one
Tell me who fuckinâ want it
And you can put somethinâ on it
Iâm in the O-6 Supercharged wit nothinâ on it
Mad-hot, to have is to have not
My crack spot is pro-tools on my laptop
Much cheaper then the carter, itâs affordable
I ainât neva gotta infiltrate, cause itâs portable
[Câmon] The trey 5-7 is chrome
If any big niggas is wit me they just came home
Either way Iâma pop that nine
Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime
And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I canât lie
But I donât know who told his black ass he canât die
The other day I made 40 in a hour
Fuck, in the studio, Iâm Berry Gordy wit the powder
No retreat , No surrender
Iâm at the juice bar, Armageddonâs in the blender
[NAH!] Gettingâ ready for the Winter
Sweat-suit weather, some reason I shoot better
Carry the big gats
And leave the scene real fuckinâ nasty, like chocolate milk after a Big Mac
Iâm 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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