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Sheek Louch
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I Luv It
(feat. Ghostface Killah)
Intro (Sheek Louch) Ayo light it up Nigga, where that liquor at They say you should be thankful for what you got I said you should be thankful for what I'm not If this was back then Sheek, niggas is getting shot (D-Block) Running through these streets like I'm homeless Single parent my Momma couldn't condone this I was broke but I felt like I should own this
Verse 1 (Sheek Louch) Young Nigga, thoughts of getting paid I was around bad bitches, thoughts of getting laid Sealed indictments came, houses getting' raid Niggas straight snitchin' the coke was getting weighed Lookin' at the Astin my little nigga's is blastin' Imagine not eating for a month like we fastin' But Allahuibar from a cop car Hopin' they don't shoot this popular rap star
Shootin' but love to scuffle Money in a Louie duffle Range rover bought a couple Hater you don't like me fuck you Love when I be actin' up Hammer out back em up Bring his chain on block, my nigga's be crackin' up Yea I'm on that bullshit, 38 revolver hoe Smoke weed, drink, pop percs like they Tylenol Getting money since a kid Before I signed a record deal Puff seen it in my eyes, LOX nigga's real for real Battled everybody, stood outside with a shottie in the bushes Knew the dope fiends, the addicts and the pushers 10 years in the game, 10 years with the same D-Block, LOX, a household name nigga Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Hook I ain't have a near pot to piss in But a little nigga listen so I figure I'd be getting some dough I grew up on the block cocaine rocks, dope and weed spots Them shootin' nigga's lettin' it go But I love it, I always say that I'll rise up above it But the streets keep pullin' me in You can't be mad at me for tryin' to win Fuck it I love it
Verse 2 (Ghostface Killah) Running all these red lights Auntie in the crib half sleep With a hundred bricks stuffed under her bed right Nephew never been the same since he held his first pack Put in little nigga hands Showed him how to work that Eatin' shrimp scampi with scallions and medallions on Two was holding dinner plates, sculptures with them lions on em Bracelets, all my shooters in Asics Blunt wraps, with hammers in they holsters, wasted
Political killers with digital peelers to my bros Butt naked in the box, no daylight fearless Made the board soon as he put that appeal in Got denied record longer than the mess hall ceiling Outdoors still squirtin' in a mouth of whores BMF credit dirty lawyers still vouchin' for us Safe deposit boxes, sharp oxes Murder you, have your dick hanging out your boxers
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