Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Street Music , by - Sheek Louch. Release date: 07.11.2005
Song language: English
Street Music |
| There comes a time, in every man’s life |
| When he gon' have to decide, who he fuckin with |
| Who you fuckin with? |
| Them niggas don’t care about you |
| Them niggas don’t give a fuck about you |
| Why you rappin like that? |
| This street music! |
| Yo, let’s, talk about it what; |
| Sheek can throw |
| The fiend on a nigga guarantee he won’t walk up out it |
| No no, nickel-plated uhh; |
| kinda old |
| But the muzzle them usin make this motherfucker updated |
| Puh-puh, nigga please; |
| if a nigga had your son |
| And had him lookin down you wouldn’t even squeeze |
| Uh uhh, I don’t know; |
| I don’t wanna hear about |
| The money that you had, or what you did a long time ago |
| Yo yo the hood is mine; |
| I don’t gotta sell a lot |
| I just live off more points than the porcupines |
| Uh uhh, feel me cousin? |
| Sheek been a problem |
| Before this D-Block shit started buzzin |
| Some are sayin — no he wasn’t, he turned sick |
| With that women in your family can suck my dick |
| And I’ve been red hot every since; |
| I ain’t sayin I’m the best |
| Muh’fucker, I’m just workin with some sense |
| This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip |
| Street music — what? |
| This is that blood, crip, latin king shit, every hustler pushin a whip |
| Street music — what? |
| Y’all niggas so sweet, Sheek so street |
| From the doo rag on my head to the sneakers on my feet |
| The heart in my chest, black on my flesh |
| And I swear to my son, I’ll leave this shit a mess |
| I do it for the yard, where most of my squad |
| Is sittin in a cell, goin through hell |
| And every frontin nigga got a story to tell |
| Bye bye nigga, doves fly nigga |
| The hardest nigga spittin came from Bed-Stuy nigga |
| After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga |
| I got loyalty; |
| I ain’t a king to none of this shit |
| But I swear, on the streets I’m royalty |
| Kinda scary ain’t it? |
| You don’t wanna be |
| That’s why the hood treat you colder than the A&P |
| I throw my fists up — but it ain’t for black power |
| It’s for any motherfucker that gets up |
| Niggas don’t wanna buh-bug bang with me |
| Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh’fuckin thangs with me |
| Fuck it put 'em up; |
| muh’fucker put your guns in the air |
| If you with me nigga hold 'em up |
| Ruh ruh rowdy ain’t it; |
| I ain’t afraid to go to war |
| And have a nigga white tee, like you fingerpaint it |
| Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em |
| Once I’m there about to tell you what nigga shot him |
| What the fuck is up? |
| I ain’t nuttin up |
| Niggas hard 'til they leakin through they button up |
| Get at my crew, whatever nigga who |
| You don’t need a flight to be all JetBlue |
| Understand me nigga — if it happens, it happens |
| But I ain’t really a Grammy nigga |
| Sheek spit rage; |
| y’all don’t want me to win nuttin |
| I’m bringin the whole Block on the stage |