Street Music lyrics

{*helicopter flies overhead*}

There comes a time, in every man's life
When he gon' have to decide, who he f*ckin with
Who you f*ckin with? Them n*ggas don't care about you
Them n*ggas don't give a f*ck about you
Why you rappin like that? This street music!

[Sheek Louch]
Yo, let's, talk about it what; Sheek can throw
The fiend on a n*gga guarantee he won't walk up out it
No no, nickel-plated uhh; kinda old
But the muzzle them usin make this motherf*cker updated
Puh-puh, n*gga please; if a n*gga 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 sh*t started buzzin
Some are sayin - no he wasn't, he turned sick
With that women in your family can suck my di*k
And I've been red hot every since; I ain't sayin I'm the best
Muh'f*cker, I'm just workin with some sense
[Hook: Sheek Louch]
This is that blood, crip, latin king sh*t, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}
This is that blood, crip, latin king sh*t, every hustler pushin a whip
Street music - what? {*repeat 4X*}

[Sheek Louch]
Y'all n*ggas 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 sh*t a mess
I do it for the yard, where most of my squad
Is sittin in a cell, goin through hell
And every frontin n*gga got a story to tell
Bye bye n*gga, doves fly n*gga
The hardest n*gga spittin came from Bed-Stuy n*gga
After that was Sheek, some say it was Jigga
I got loyalty; I ain't a king to none of this sh*t
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 motherf*cker that gets up

[Hook]
[Sheek Louch]
n*ggas don't wanna buh-bug bang with me
Cause 9 out 10 when you see me I got the muh'f*ckin thangs with me
f*ck it put 'em up; muh'f*cker put your guns in the air
If you with me n*gga hold 'em up
Ruh ruh rowdy ain't it; I ain't afraid to go to war
And have a n*gga white tee, like you fingerpaint it
Every hood got 'em, kinda hard to spot 'em
Once I'm there about to tell you what n*gga shot him
What the f*ck is up? I ain't nuttin up
n*ggas hard 'til they leakin through they button up
Get at my crew, whatever n*gga who
You don't need a flight to be all JetBlue
Understand me n*gga - if it happens, it happens
But I ain't really a Grammy n*gga
Sheek spit rage; y'all don't want me to win nuttin
I'm bringin the whole Block on the stage

[Hook]