- published: 20 Jul 2016
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Sheikh (pronounced /ˈʃeɪk/ SHAYK or /ˈʃiːk/ SHEEK; Arabic: شيخ šayḫ [ʃæjx], mostly pronounced [ʃeːx], plural شيوخ šuyūḫ [ʃuju:x])—also transliterated Sheik, Shaik, Shayk, Shaykh, Shaikh, Cheikh, and Shekh— is an honorific title in the Arabic language. It commonly designates the ruler of a tribe, who inherited the title from his father. "Sheikh" is given to a royal male at birth, whereas the related title "Sheikha" is given to a royal female at birth. "Sheikh" also often serves as a title for prominent Islamic leaders or clerics.
The word in Arabic stems from a triliteral root connected with age and aging: ش-ي-خ, shīn-yā'-khā'. The term literally means a man of vast power, and nobility, and it is used strictly for the royal families of the Middle East. The title carries the meaning leader, elder, or noble, especially in the Arabian Peninsula within the Tribes of Arabia, where shaikh became a traditional title of a Bedouin tribal leader in recent centuries. Due to the cultural impact of Arab civilization, and especially through the spread of Islam, the word has gained currency as a religious term or general honorific in many other parts of the world as well, notably in Muslim cultures in Africa and Asia.
Early Sunday morning in the spring of 96
Chilling on the couch watching the bulls against the knicks
My honey marches in and ask if I think I'm slick
It seem she found my shirt with lipstick
I thought I could explain but then my story wouldn't stick
Incriminating pictures show me some other chicks
It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks
She ask me if I can spell the word evict
Why me lord situation looking kinda bad
Why me lord I lost the best girl I ever had
Why me lord I'm homeless and I'm feeling kinda sad
Why me why me why me why me
Why me lord how you member massa god so quick
Why me lord when trouble tek you pickney shirt a fit
Why me lord is just because you don't know when to quit
Why me why me why me why me
Just the other day when I was rolling with my crew
Made a little flex around by flatbush avenue
Calling to some honeys and sipping on my brew
That's when I saw the boys in blue
Pulled us to the side why I don't even have a clue
Looking for a reason and they finally found a few
A case of ammunition and a loaded thirty two
I can't believe what I'm going through
Why me lord here I am I gotta face the time
Why me lord though the evidence ain't even mine
Why me lord I swear I ain't guilty of the crime
Why me why me why me why me
Why me lord how you member massa god so quick
Why me lord when trouble tek you pickney shirt a fit
Why me lord is just because you don't know when to quit
Why me why me why me why me
Take heed never take advantage of the thing you need
Never let yourself be over come by greed
Walk the straight and narrow and you shall succeed
Get you act up to speed
And try no matter what it takes to give a next man a blye
Everybody else deserve a piece a the pie
Honesty the best policy no sell no samfie