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Låttexter: Sheek Louch. I Ain't Forget.

Yeah, uh, this is how I put it down on the M-I
Can I talk to y'all niggaz for a second, feel me, ya know, I mean?
I want y'all niggaz to get y'all Coronas, yeah
Get y'all muh'fuckin' dutches, light y'all muh'fuckin' haze up

Grab y'all yak, ya know I'm sayin', get some Courvoisier and all that
Some cranberry, matter fact take that shit straight
'Cause I need niggaz to feel me on this
Ya know what I mean?

Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what I mean
When I ask you to 'Walk Witt Me', I got the hawk wit' me
No talk wit' me, in the yard wit' my dickies
Young but I remind you of somebody in the sixties

I knew it was on when our God was shown
But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery shit
A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit' it
I ain't mad but that shit wasn't me

Had to get up off that jewelry and crystal, couldn't talk that
They my niggaz though, I ain't mad, I ain't hatin'
To this day him and Busta got the best show
Ya know I'm sayin' yo fuck yo yo yo, yo feel me though

Back wit' my niggaz, Double R
Before X blew it up, before Eve was a star
We are the streets, they couldn't wait for it
Interscope couldn't wait to get a plate for it

Grammy night, couldn't wait to get a date for it
Not, we sold over gold
Finally reached platinum status and near that is
Still in the hood, still tryin' to learn the biz

Jadakiss dropped a solo they lovin' his voice
I'm lovin' his shit but the hood thought it was moist
Styles P dropped gangsta and a gentleman hard
No need to speak but the promotion was weak

Sheek never had solo plans
Till I dropped a freestyle in the studio with some of my mans
Lobson tweaked that, Mario leaked that
Your shit hot you could bring the muhfuckin' streets back

Nah, I dunno I'm just tryin' get a label
Sit behind the desk, you know, watch a lil' cable
Put my lil' man out, throw a few grand out
Get into some pop music, put a rock band out

Got wit' my nigga K, Kool and Whop
Green Lantern had my shit on the block
Killed it in Flex now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock
If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block

P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in there, the rest of these labels are soft
Mario had a meetin' or two
Brought us to the U N I V E R S A L, what up Sue?

Y'all aks for it now I hit you in the head
I will sleep in my bed you don't woke the dead
Feel me you keep truttin' I'm a hit you wit' the lead
And leave your whole shit flatter than the first broke head

Thanks to y'all niggaz it couldn't be
Without Envy, Whoo Kid, Kool Kid and Ron G
My nigga Enuff, S and S, Capone
Chubby Chub, Sight for Sound and it's on

Wordup this street shit right here mayn
Ya know I mean? I love y'all niggaz dawg
Y'all made a lot of shit possible
I gave y'all the heat, y'all distributed the shit

Y'all bumped that shit, y'all had faith in this shit
That's why I love y'all shit
Whatever y'all need I got y'all niggaz dawg
D-Block, that's street promotion right there man

Ya know, I mean? Real respect real, hood respect hood
Gangsta respect gangsta, gangsta got no love for pussy
Yeah, Vinnie Idol, ha ha, Vinnie, this shit is knockin' daddy
You're da next one, it's on, yeah, D-Block, I love y'all niggaz, one