How Many Guns
(专辑: Walk Witt Me - 2003)
[Verse 1] Yeah! I
know how to do this, daddy I
done made more trips south than Luda's caddy I
done been on the
block, bust off the
glock and dealt with more beef than a
fucking patty Sheek ain't fucking wit' y'all, want nothing with y'all you ain't gon' rat on me, before that a
whole clip will be left of ease body left somewhere in a
dumpster laid on pee (can't you see?) I'm a
mothafuckin thug, you would think I'm on every drug But I
aint, just 'gnac and an occasional (?), nigga My crate out in the
front wit a
deuce deuce a
Newport and half of my weight out When they dry they bring the
other half of the
plate out I'm so sick wit it, spit liq' wit it I
got tommy guns like the
ol' gangsta flicks did it, yeah! [Hook] Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease How many guns? Just a
few, we can do it in broad day to see the
kind of work I
do Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Lettin off, nigga, all my guns stay on ease How many guns? Just a
few,I'm quick on the
trigga, I'm Sheek Louch the
Guerilla, nigga [Verse 2] Woo! There's so much tension Sheek let it off in broad day and I
ain't squinching Gat to my face and I
ain't flinching Somebody staying there like detention And you ain't gotta like me, homie But just stay in yo lane and keep it to yoself That way everything you think can stay in yo brain Nose in the
'caine, but that's yo biz If it's my work to be sniffin up, then next week it's gon' be six niggaz pickin up yo bitch-ass body No chest under your suit, that ain't cute Loud-mouth niggaz ain't the
mute (yeah) I'm the
reason for locks on the
door I'm the
reason why Coast Guards is on the
shore Open up, made Poppi have to lower his (?) Mom and Pop put a
number spotter in the
back of the
store, (Cmon!) [Hook] [Verse 3] I
throw spinners on the
18-wheeler And pull up with a
bunch of naked bitches in the
D-Block trailer Who hooder than me? Who gooder than me? Sheek be on some shit like flies in a
bee My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads Money dirty so I
need to do a
laundry load I
don't blow up I
make the
whole town explode Yo boy Sheek name heavy in every zip code Sheek gets off the
clutch Doin Donuts in the
street, I
make smoke screens without a
Dutch They gon' need a
gas mask for you Baby boy, I
go hard I
break bones like Jackass dudes How many guns? Just a
few, but you never know what you gon' get till the
shell come through Blood, sweat, and tears 'Gnac and some beers You ain't heard no shit like this in years [Hook]