Freestyle #6

{*click-click, BANG*} [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo; I ain't Ma$e but fuck it I'm back again - baby Them hood niggas know I got crack again - baby Chillin I ain't even been practicin - baby But it's time to load the muh'fuckin mag again - aiyyo baby I ain't heard nuttin yet that get me out my seat Mixtape niggas callin like they ran out of heat They want (shit) that make niggas get on the bar and do 20 (Shit) that make niggas go in the street and get money Like Hot 97 I'll be callin you Sonny I've been spittin back when your nose was still runny (lil' nigga) These pussy-ass niggas all scared to death While I watch, sit calm like Red & Meth Clap off at a nigga, 'til it ain't no breath If I don't hear shells droppin, it ain't none left I met a lot of real niggas in time, I ain't gon' lie It's only a handful that I met that can rhyme Everybody else in my cool Big linky young boys in the game, like Kareem Abdul Niggas better stay calm, I'mma leave that jewel Sheek worse than that bully, that you meet after school And I don't give a fuck what you think doggie Go across the street and play around with your walkie talkie Get me a butter roll and a cup of coffee I'm tryin to do graveyard and shake this monkey Ahh! Yeah yeah the God is here I feel love like when niggas brought A-Rod here The iPod here, hundreds of songs Niggas love me in the hood I'm like compared to Wongs Muh'fucker!