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letra de hey 50 (50 cent diss) - sheek louch

[intro: sheek louch]
yeah (yeah)
sheek louch n-gga (shekk louch n-gga)
poob what up ha (poob what up ha)
poobs cut that up for me
ok (ok)
yo ayo slim
i see you n-gga (you ready)
i need my cut after this dog
f-ck it man i’m goin’ in
ayo
let’s go

[verse 1: sheek louch]
yes indeed new york city
you now rockin’ wit the hardest n-gga, f-ck you fiddy (f-ck that n-gga)
nuff about him and stuff about dem (yea)
dey already know dat they not gon’ win (nope)
anyway, your boy sheek is back (sheek louch)
i’m puttin’ out dope ’cause aybody got crack
and aybody aimin’ wit the same ol mack (f-ck outta here)
and aybody sample wit the same ol jack (yep)
that why i take it back to hey dj
and i still rock a show wit no replay (uh)
two turntables and a mic (yea)
one dj on a wheels, i’m hip hop for real
[verse 2: j hood]
word
i’m still here ???? (let’s go hood)
i been watin’ ta drop and all that, you already know i’m loyal (no doubt, no doubt)
everyday i thank god for breathin’ breath in my body
black down doin’ drive-bys on thе ????
the ghetto bird shinin’ lights in the storе
n-ggas intoxicated, (ha ha ha) tryna make a come up rollin’ dice (yea) on the floor
think the marijuana’s impairin’ my vision
you ain’t doin’ the right thing, i give ya left cheek a incision
i grind for the paper, clap for the fam, extort ??? shelves like menace get ’em free in nights ??? ??? weekends
go to court weezin’, (let’s go) smellin’ like vodka
hope you you medicate ??? (uh huh) bill for the doctor
if not so be it, hope the lord got love for you
wonder if ya man go be there and shed blood for you
or he gon’ run from you (ha ha) when the beef fry
the lead pop off (yea) and n-ggas start ta die
big momma start to cry (let’s go) and ya hip get shattered
the louisville to ya mouth will make ya lip get fatter
n-gga i say what i mean and i mean what i say (uh huh)
ea sports is the only (ha ha) games that i play

[verse 3: sheek louch]
ayo white meat showin’
blue steel glowin’ (oh)
n-ggas turn p-ssy like they out there hoein’ (p-ssy)
blood soakin’ up
loud mouth n-ggas chokin’ up
ya boy louch open up (yea)
about two or three clips
two or three trips (oh)
sheek come home a like two or three whips (uh oh)
two or three sips of red bull
i’m diesel, only did about two or three dips (ha ha ha)
[verse 4: j hood]
ay ya ya ya n-ggas ain’t got no morals
so i’ma chop ya hand off wit’cha jacob on and wrap it in foil
it’s the don da da
wit three (yeah) shooters in the honda and a ethiopian transporter named yolanda
that like purple ganja (whoo) ??? ??? and guinness’s
caught a body in nine nine wit no witnesses
but got off like a b-tch (ha ha) that just rolled a n-gga
she slit the throat of a fast talkin’ older n-gga
back to the summery, n-gga ain’t n0body sonnin’ me
i run yo ass over if you tryna get in front of me
life’s a b-tch then you die, you gotta be fruitful (it’s a b-tch)
any given time a n0body could shoot you

[chorus: sheek louch]
hey yo, hey 50 won’t you sing them songs, keep us dancin’ (dancin’)
all night (all night)
hey 50 i heard you sing them songs, you be rattin’ (rattin’)
all night (all night)
hey 50 won’t you sing them songs, keep us dancin’ (dancin’)
all night (all night)
hey 50 i heard you sing them songs, you be rattin’ (rattin’)
all night (all night)

[outro: sheek louch]
ha ha ha
i had to do it n-gga
f-ck them n-ggas kid
f-ck ’em son
–wolf howling—

- sheek louch

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