{*click-click, BANG*}

[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo; I ain't Ma$e but fuck it I'm back again - baby
Them hood n***as know I got crack again - baby
Chillin I ain't even been practicin - baby
But it's time to load the muh'fuckin mag again - aiyyo baby
I ain't heard nuttin yet that get me out my seat
Mixtape n***as callin like they ran out of heat
They want (shit) that make n***as get on the bar and do 20
(Shit) that make n***as go in the street and get money
Like Hot 97 I'll be callin you Sonny
I've been spittin back when your nose was still runny (lil' n***a)
These pussy-ass n***as all scared to death
While I watch, sit calm like Red & Meth
Clap off at a n***a, 'til it ain't no breath
If I don't hear shells droppin, it ain't none left
I met a lot of real n***as in time, I ain't gon' lie
It's only a handful that I met that can rhyme
Everybody else in my cool
Big linky young boys in the game, like Kareem Abdul
N***as better stay calm, I'mma leave that jewel
Sheek worse than that bully, that you meet after school
And I don't give a fuck what you think doggie
Go across the street and play around with your walkie talkie
Get me a butter roll and a cup of coffee
I'm tryin to do graveyard and shake this monkey
Ahh! Yeah yeah the God is here
I feel love like when n***as brought A-Rod here
The iPod here, hundreds of songs
N***as love me in the hood I'm like compared to Wongs
Muh'fucker!