[Intro]
Sheek Louchiano
Yo, I'm the same nigga that when I get locked up
I don't call no nigga to bail me out
(Jadakiss)
(McGruff)
Yo, let me sit for a while, man
(Ty)
I wanna get acquainted with niggas
I'm ready to blow niggas down for the jack
(Uptown)
Whatever
(Yonkers)
(Harlem)
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, it wouldn't be wise to play this guy
But let's say you tried, it'd be the day you die
I'm Jay to the - mmuaah, Corleone love tap, baby
And all I see is payday, y'all niggas ain't crazy
Frontin' like you big, but I run with them kids
That'll put one in your ribs and leave you under the bridge
It's a money thing, and a little bit
Make niggas forget about they youth, like they bulletproof
Doin' deals in benegans with Dominicans
But my transporter's a bad West Indian
I always knew I had butter, but I never found it
When your style be like the law, 'cause I get around it
[Verse 2: Styles P]
Aiyo respect comes first, send it throughout the barrel
Bullets travel - until you hit the gravel
Every week's a war for sure, so I adore
Those who keep the toast close, mi amor
Audi 840, gettin' floored for raw
And the streets come first, I can teach you more
Like if I knew you had bricks, I'd be kickin' your door
I'mma rob 'em with Guess jeans and Air Max jogs
Only one page, you ain't ready for the saga
In it for the dough, flow hotter than lava
Livin Off Experience layin low like the Nigerians
Cut like a cesarean
[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Yo, if I can't afford a mil, how you figure I could write a rhyme?
Or do crime and hustle and still struggle at the same time
Stay wonderin' when the next time we might eat
We pack heat and run from police like a track meet
I'm tryin' to acquire the cheddar to make my life better
Rock Gucci sweaters, push Beamers with the headers
But right now ain't nuthin' lavish for my members
In and out of jail for the past 2 Decembers
I even seen a kingpin get stripped naked in Sing-Sing (uhh!)
Used to be a thug, but in jail he's somebody thing-thing (uh huh)
I ain't tryin' to look jiggy when I'm runnin' from Miss Piggy (what)
'Cause fancy niggas get extorted kinda quickly in the city
[Verse 4: McGruff]
Puff 'dro from the High Times (yeah)
Committin' organized crimes (uh huh)
Ski mask disguise mines
Slid by the guidelines
Bust off, like fired nines
Stalk, I shines, frauds talkin' jive rhymes
Get they earth took, nigga frontin' like Herb shook
The dirt book, run with thirst crooks, 8th and the 3rd look
Word look, smoke you like purple haze herb cook
Caught a pie from these oyeys on my first jook
Fuck it, yo, life's a bitch, gotta love it though
All I ever wanted was knots and buck the flow
Have a mansion, dope parties with a tubble-mo
You know how the shit goes
Fly hoes strip clothes and my kitkos
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