Texty: Sheek Louch. For You.

This song is for you, not for anyone else but you
It's your own special song, I wrote it for you
Just for you, only for you

I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin' mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut

Cause this nut is Macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin' to do, you ain't gon' ride or clap nothin'
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good

Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin' cap back
Like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebody keep puttin' in wood
Don't add nothin', don't count nothin' unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on at least three tours

Bad cars, he at least get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin' for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin' for that ho

So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin' my work, bitch doin' the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt

Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S H E E K L O U C H B E sick in the H E A D

I worry when y'all stop hatin', it's a problem, waitin'
When I'm back to drinkin' old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin' spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider

I pull a all nighters, pumpin' the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift

The fuck, yo engineer do me a favor
Come in here for a minute, please
(Hey Sheek is everything okay in there?)
Nigga, who told you to stop the beat?
Get ya ass in there and turn another beat on