One Time
Sheek Louch Feat. Carl Thomas Lyrics

Fuck why y'all niggas talking 'bout huh?
Why are you guys talking nonsense and spreading rumors?

Get it right, you fagot niggas heard Suge Knight
Understand that Suge Knight only respects real gangsters

Double are's the only niggas he respect and, why y'all niggas shook right?
Only members of the rap group Double R are respected, why are you guys scared?

Why y'all get on Hot 97 and, talk wit a baritone
Why do you go on Hot 97 and talk tough with a deep voice?

Wit two niggas downstairs with licensed guns to take why y'all home
While two men with legal firearms are waiting downstairs to escort you home

Scared ass niggas, you think they going take a life so they can get life [nope]
You think those scared guys would risk taking a life and getting a life sentence? Not a chance

Ask Puff they ain't trying to hear that nigga
Just ask Puff Daddy, they don't want to listen to him either

For no cake, and why y'all can get at us on Labor Day
They won't go after us for money, but they can try to attack us on Labor Day

We make stones that say ? your moms labor day
We make grave markers that say 'Happy Labor Day, your mom'

I'm in the hood so we can link up, any place you think of
I'm in the neighborhood so we can meet up anywhere you suggest

Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
My handheld firearm doesn't have fingerprints because I burned the tips of my fingers

I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double are's hoodrat
I'm a gangster from the Bronx, representing Double R

The nigga they come get quick bitch, on this hood shit
I'm the guy they quickly call when it comes to this street life

Why y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
Why do you think the riders are a joke? I'm not here to play around

I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
I'll blow up everything you have, just like Tim McVeigh

Gimme the needle, not tomorrow, but today
Give me what I want right now, not tomorrow

Cross coming why y'all better get the fuck out the way
I'm coming through, so you better move aside

I ain't the shit that you see that's on the top of your church
I'm not the holy stuff you see at the top of a church

I put a bomb in your baby carriage, brick through your hearse
I'll put a bomb in your baby's carriage and throw a brick at your hearse

Tell your CEO, don't call my CEO apologizing (sorry)
Tell your CEO not to apologize to my CEO

I'm at your wake in the choir standing harmonizing
I'll be at your funeral singing in the choir

It's Infa-Red the shit that be on top of the heater
It's Infa-Red, the tough guy who's always carrying a gun

The best thing in New York since Steinbrenner signed Jeter
I'm the best thing to come out of New York since the Yankees signed Derek Jeter

Hold Camby sister the hostage, then send 'em a reef
I'll kidnap Marcus Camby's sister and send them a funeral reef

So stop fronting vegetarian just scared of beef
Stop pretending to be a vegetarian, you're just scared of real confrontation

Yo, hey suck my dick bitch, the way this chick spit ridiculous
Hey, suck my dick bitch, my rhymes are so impressive

Here we go again, only we on Kiss shit
Once again, we're back on our Kiss shit

We coming and you keep running
We're coming after you and you keep running away

You keep claiming you the best that done it
You keep bragging that you're the best in the game

Pussy let me see something
Come on, show me what you've got

Fake niggas screaming 'Ryde or Die'
Fake guys pretending to be loyal and ride or die

Same niggas we run up on and make 'em cry
We'll run up on those same guys and make them cry

Outta all the camps in this game, nigga
Out of all the groups in the rap industry

We the champs in this game
We are the champions of this industry

Who kick the real shit before the fame
We were the ones delivering reality rap before we became famous

Fuck you fat ass, fake bad ass niggas
Fuck you overweight, fake tough guys

Still play the hood while you ride past niggas
We still represent the streets while you drive by

Coward trust me, we keep it gutter
Trust me, we stay true to the streets and keep it real

Hope you stay mad a hater 'cause you can't touch us, huh
I hope you stay mad and jealous because you can't compete with us

Hey yo, I ain't got a care in the world
I don't have a single worry

Kidnapping your kid, maiming your mom, and airing your girl
I'll kidnap your child, hurt your mother, and expose your girlfriend's secrets

And like, you ain't got a care in the world
And it seems like you don't have any worries either

I'm hopeless and numb, I can't see but I can focus my gun
I'm emotionally detached and apathetic, but I can focus on my gun and aim well

And I'm down for smoking blunts to the head
I'm always ready to smoke marijuana to the extreme

My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm extremely anxious and trigger-happy, I'll shoot you in the head

I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the toughest guy around, you should already know that

I'm the nigga that they talk about going to Chao
I'm the guy they gossip about, even in jail

And my name ring bells, my blade stay bloody
My name is well-known and my knife is always covered in blood

If you heard about me beefing dog I leave the most shells
If you've heard about me getting into conflicts, I leave behind the most shell casings

The nigga to salute, the quickest to shoot
I'm the guy you should respect and fear the most

Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you pound
It's Holiday Styles, motherfucker, giving you a fist bump

What? Like I won't run up and break your jaw
What? You think I won't run up and punch you in the face?

Like they make a vest for your head to stop the 4
It's like they make a bulletproof vest for your head to stop a shot from a .44 caliber gun

Let's get the mack and send niggas on vacation
Let's get the machine gun and send guys on a permanent vacation

Right in front of the radio station
Right in front of the radio station building

Motherfuckers ain't quiet til the tech go off
Nobody will shut up until the gun goes off

Arteries hitted, hawkin, they neck is shit
When our bullets hit their arteries, their necks will be destroyed

I'm the motherfucking hardest
I'm the toughest son of a bitch

I smack the shit out of any one of your artists
I'll smack the shit out of any one of your artists

Whatever the label
No matter what record label they are from

Why y'all niggas don't want beef, why y'all want meat at the table
Why don't you guys want a confrontation? Why do you want to be friends instead?

And I don't give a fuck, Sheek'll do life in the box
And I don't give a fuck, Sheek will spend the rest of his life in prison

Before any of why y'all bitch niggas front on the LOX
Before any of you fake guys try to act tough in front of the LOX

Motherfuckers, see man
Motherfuckers, you better see and understand

Yo, If I miss your head and your neck, I'll hurt your chest
If I aim for your head and miss and hit your neck, I'll still cause damage to your chest

If you from the streets betrayal is worse than death
In the streets, being betrayed is even worse than death

And I'm known for getting money, not known for wildin
I'm known for making money, not for being reckless

But I'm real I could rock both phones in the island
But I'm authentic, I could handle both business and street matters

This is how we even the bets
This is how we level the playing field

I kill everything you love dog, right now, even the pets
I'll destroy everything you love, even your pets

Everything got dubs on it, even the vets
Everything we have is expensive, even our old cars

Cause the bullets is like calisthenics when I'm squirting
Because when I shoot, the bullets fly like exercise movements

When they start hurting, that means they working
When the bullets start causing pain, it means they're effective

Only way we coming is hard
We're only coming at you with full force

Industry is like jail nigga, double are's running the yard, uh
The rap industry is like a prison, and Double R is in charge