Freestyle (sheek Louch) – D-block – letras

[bang, bang][Sheek Louch:]Yeah, Poobs whattup nigga?Sheek Louch, new album comin son, _After Taxes_[tires squealing] Fucked upAiyyo, fuck that nigga, send him to the funeral homeLet a couple of them hot things sit in his domeLet his family stand over him singin a poemWhen I pull out and I bust my chromeGirl or boy, I put it your neck like TroyAnd I don’t let bums beat me, I’m not like RoyI’m a cut somethin off of your bitch-assNice and easy, I’ma get the beef over quick fastYou muh’fuckin right, it’s goin down tonightAnd I’m stressed, yo Poobs let me get the vestGraveyard, I ain’t workin with a lot of restJust crack addicts and mathematicsAnd I don’t mean science or One World AllianceSheek use the iron like a household applianceI’m the hardest nigga, I don’t need a majorI can go indie like The Artist niggaAnd get paper out the assThrow the deal in the bag and drive the red GT out the glassHood all smashed, diesel and hashItchy trigger finger, I’m startin to get a rashY’all can fuck off, or bust that offYour little-ass guns ’bout as loud as a coughSheek Louch spit for them niggaz up NorthShank wavin, misbehavinTwo treys blowin powder for the shit they blazinTwo AK’s ‘n, one revolverI’ve been workin at hustlin as long as your fatherY’all lil’ niggaz don’t even botherYou ain’t got no juice; you like a cell phone without the chargerI don’t come half-assedI come home with a big bag of jewelry, other half cashMean whiplash, plenty of horsesFuck it if I crash, I take my lossesSheek Louch nigga, accounts got biggerBut I ain’t gon’ retire, no disrespect JiggaI’ma keep flowin ’til there’s no more doughOr I’m sick in the bed and my voicebox goMotherfucker! YEAH! {Whatdja do that for?}