[Verse 1 - Styles P] (Sheek Louch)   When there's beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you   (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible   Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death   Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck   You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what?   Shit it's the ghost and my style's like the art of Water Block Sun Soo   It's the ghetto godfather, priest in the hood   Cross the line that's your spine, I'm the beast in the hood   Don't consider that I rap, just consider I'm strapped   And I squeeze at your brain, face, rib and your back   Dog we can keep it brief get straight to the beef   I'm so deep they see the pain in my eyes when I'm sleep   I made a vow to the streets at a very young age   That I would always use my knife and I would let my gun blaze   Got niggaz that'll ride with me, die with me, thug with me   Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me   My niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with me   Nobody in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga)      [Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss)   We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh   Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah   Bringin the storm (changin the norm)   Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)   Walk with me (I)      Keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh   Bustin our guns (raisin our sons), yeah   Bringin the storm (changin the norm)   Niggaz is ass (let's get it on)   Walk with me (I)      [Verse 2 - Sheek Louch] (Styles P)   We chase niggaz through malls   Clap niggaz through walls   Y'all want it with them D-Block boys   Put the brown things up in you like Chips Ahoys   Listen I'ma thug and I'm proud   Y'all niggaz "Fashionably Loud"   I don't give a fuck what kind of shirt that is   I'll put the barrel to your kids and your wiz   Watch them float, fish takin bites of they skin   Little holes in they chin   You in the mirror tryna see if they spin   Niggaz is ass, tell a nigga drop the top and stop   Roll the windows down, get rid of the cop   I'm in the hood like boots on niggaz cars   Gats on niggaz waist, you couldn't even tell that we stars   Break down food, pizza, whatever it be   I love my niggaz and they love me (get off our dick)   What? you ain't gettin the point I think I'll give it to you   Right in your waist and hand your fuckin liver to you, yeah      [Chorus]      [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] (Sheek Louch)   Uh, uh, uh, uh, hey yo this is why I claim no slums (why?)   Cause I could sit back, knock off a half a brick, and chew Rainblow Gums   And the color of the Benz will kill ya, it's gold   When it's movin fast it look like silver, I'm low   With the trey pound next to my nuts   A shotgun ridin shotgun on the seat next to my dutch   I swear for God the Mag'll bust   Niggaz know 'Kiss flow been crazy like a bag of dust   Y'all industry-tuitionalized   My niggaz is real, real niggaz see the truth and the lies   Aimin for your head (but really tryna shoot out your eyes)   With every Tef, then stomp out whatever is left   And sometimes I say shit that I shouldn't   But I never said that I couldn't   Turn your chest plate into pudding   And all my niggaz'll spray   Except women, so the reason y'all living, cause y'all niggaz is gay, uh      [Chorus]