[Verse 1]
Yeah!
I know how to do this, daddy
I done made more trips south than Luda`s caddy
I done been on the block, bust off the glock
and dealt with more beef than a fucking patty
Sheek ain`t fuckin` wit` y`all, want nothing with y`all
you ain`t gon` rat on me, before that a whole clip will be left of ease
body left somewhere in a dumpster laid on pee (can`t you see?)
I`m a mothafuckin thug, you would think I`m on every drug
But I aint, just `gnac and an occasional (?), nigga
My crate out in the front wit a deuce deuce a Newport and half of my weight out
When they dry they bring the other half of the plate out
I`m so sick wit it, spit liq` wit it
I got tommy guns like the ol` gangsta flicks did it, yeah!
[Hook]
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few, we can do it in broad day to see the kind of work I do
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease
How many guns?
Just a few,I`m quick on the trigga, I`m Sheek Louch the Guerilla, nigga
[Verse 2]
Woo! There`s so much tension
Sheek let it off in broad day and I ain`t squinchin`
Gat to my face and I ain`t flinchin`
Somebody stayin` there like detention
And you ain`t gotta like me, homie
But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself
That way everything you think can stay in yo brain
Nose in the `caine, but that`s yo biz
If it`s my work to be sniffin up, then next week
it`s gon` be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass body
No chest under your suit, that ain`t cute
Loud-mouth niggaz ain`t the mute (yeah)
I`m the reason for locks on the door
I`m the reason why Coast Guards is on the shore
Open up, made Poppi have to lower his (?)
Mom and Pop put a number spotter in the back of the store, (Cmon!)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I throw spinners on the 18-wheeler
And pull up with a bunch of naked bitches in the D-Block trailer
Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me?
Sheek be on some shit like flies in a bee
My wrist so rocky I`m on and off roads
Money dirty so I need to do a laundry load
I don`t blow up I make the whole town explode
Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code
Sheek gets off the clutch
Doin Donuts in the street, I make smoke screens without a Dutch
They gon` need a gas mask for you
Baby boy, I go hard
I break bones like Jackass dudes
How many guns?
Just a few, but you never know what you gon` get till the shell come through
Blood, sweat, and tears
`Gnac and some beers
You ain`t heard no shit like this in years
[Hook]
