Sheek Louch - G's Up Freestyle (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Jump out the Rover, n***a Hoodie on, back to carrying them things Summer's over n***a I clapped my sh** Just copped a GT, album about to drop I'm about to wrap my sh** They gon' see me way upstate Sheek Louch: After Taxes G-Unot on the plate The crack is beige, the wine is aged The yak is strong, the barrel is long Sheek show these little n***as a** like thongs I ain't spit that sh** to get this whip Your advance, I made that with just this trip Next trip I'm saving my dough I already know the hip-hop police sit and study my flow So I throw them off, play the golf course Disappear like ants Yellow four wit the Polo plaid pants And ever since New Orleans I've been coming through Queens Copping weed and crazy blunts Word is, Curtis Ratson, they ain't seen you once Diamond up, back with Bad Boy reminiscing Me and Big both Bacardi Lime it up They say I'm too sick for the new school I can't attend cla**es, so I just build up the ma**es Red Monkey Jeans, Belushi gla**es Me just sitting there, cause some crashes Sheek a rare breed They don't understand what I'm doing there With some sunflower seeds 10-10'ing, army coat no linen Doo rag, but not from my head, the beat's spinning They say I'm what the street's been missing Dropped "Walk Wit Me", but that was just for the streets to listen November 8th, I'm coming back like the wrath? b**h n***as ya'll ain't safe LETS GO! [Verse Two: Jadakiss] You could see the pictures I paint son If I ain't the King of New York then there ain't one Tell me who f**ing want it And you can put something on it I'm in the O-6 supercharged with nothing on it Mad hot, to have is to have not My crack spot is Protools on my laptop Much cheaper then The Carter, it's affordable And I ain't never gotta infiltrate it, cause it's portable The trey 5-7 is chrome If any big n***as is with me they just came home Either way, I'm a pop that nine Call him 40 Cent now, cause he dropped that dime And he got me kinda jammed up right now, I can't lie But I don't know who told his black a** he can't die The other day I made 40 in a hour f**, in the studio, I'm Berry Gordy with the powder No retreat , No surrender I'm at the juice bar, Armageddon's in the blender Getting ready for the winter Sweatsuit weather, some reason I shoot better Carry the big gats And leave the scene real f**ing nasty Like chocolate milk after a Big Mac I'm on my CEO sh** right now Until this underhanded politic sh** pipe down Shout out to the media and ma**es November 8th, Sheek Louch: After Taxes One