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Ten Hut
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheek Louch
Sheek Louch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Jacobs
Sean Jacobs
Composer
Randy Ousley
Randy Ousley
Composer
Ray Middleton
Ray Middleton
Composer
Mario Pizzini
Mario Pizzini
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinny Idol
Vinny Idol
Producer
Supa Mario
Supa Mario
Producer
Liveson and Poobs
Liveson and Poobs
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

D-Block, ten hut My street niggaz are you ready? Less more I'ma ryder clap off hop in a divider Keep the car in neutral let it roll back Big A.K. tied to the ski rack, brick a 100 pack Sold off sheet rock, 2 gunz up bitch that's D-Block My flow pretty like a peacock My nigga locked up, but yea they still on P cock Too dangerous, me and my nigga Kiss Shine more than the stones on babies wrist The fifth jump like double Dutch in the hood I'm bout to blow fuck knockin' on wood 'Cuz if I don't I'ma knock on the glass of your 600 None of y'all want it and I don't mean track and field When I ask you to run it, I'm nice as fuck I love to buck Tuck it in before your ass get stucked motherfuckers Fall in, fall in, aim, fire Don't ever ask me about what's his name fuck him he whack Should wear a condom in the booth because I be fuckin' the track Not be in the hood a lot so I be ducking the rats The white tee is 4x 'cause I be tucking my gat Take my shit off and knuckle up it's nothing with scraps That's how it usually happen to a nigga who front and get clapped Louch and Kiss y'all niggaz don't want nothing with that P probably working out doing stomach and back One in your chest the other 16 in your hat Left pherencis trying to figure out the meaning to that They robbed you before so you know what it meant to get yaked And you a bitch so you know what it mean to get slapped We can shoot it out everyday an hour of slugs I'm in the coop knockin' to Luther the power of love Nigga you can feel the heat for yourself And you can hate all you want But the music gonna speak for itself, what Hold fire, hold fire Started running, starting retreating Fuck it, fire again Leave niggaz broken up oxem down Wait for them to yell and see they skin open up A nice guy but I'm evil and I hurt you And anybody that you ever seen me would have merked you And I get my money off the diesel and the purple 'Cuz these industry niggaz would easily desert you Feels good to talk with my nigga D-Block you know what time it is, baby walk wit my nigga Stop talkin' lil niggaz for y'all ass get stomped Yeah we manz and all that but y'all really our comp And I'm on my A game was on B too long Stepped it up 16s crazy strong Every hood bump Sheek now In the house, in the whip, in the summer Head better with the top down We can get it on or we can let it off After doing it in the yard up north, bitch
Writer(s): Sean Jacobs, Jason Phillips, Mario Pizzini, J.j. Johnson, Randy Ousley Jr., Ray Middleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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