What?
What?
What you say?
Now that's what
What?
What the fuck, what the fuck that n***a say?
(Chorus x4)
What kinda n***a is you?
I'm the shit that's what
Whatchu 'gon do?
Hit this bitch up, that's what
With the crew?
We stay clicked up
What has it come to?
Get out the way or get fucked up, that's what
What type of n***a am I? What type of n***a are you?
I'm true, while n***as be actin' brand new
I'm old school right down to my snub nosed tools
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street blues
Play by the street rules, I know my heat rules
Cause we eat fools and beat fools, it's how we greet fools
Peep fools on top of the game now
I'm so def, I talk loud with my hands anti blow
We sure firin, grill fire then
How you said hot to death? Dawg you dyin in
Close his casket, those that know, don't match it
Bitch, of course, I got that street game masta'd
Don't forget ya number when ya roll, I'm classic like 5.0s
10 summas ago
Keep ya foot on the bed, I was put on the set
To have all what them lil' n***as wish they could get
What hypa?
N-A-T-A-S
N***a
Are you?
Are you?
The undaground pioneers
Been spittin' wicked shit for years
Come and tell me yo deepest fears
When the smoke clears, you'll see
N***as is counterfeit, funny money hoe, I'm wearin' fake jewlery
Steady bitin' my style, when they know I'm buck wild
My paper long like 7 mile
I whip up, whip out, and start bustin'
Fuckin' conversation, ain't no time for discussion
I'm plannin' for a murder so it's pre-meditated
I smoke the woopty woop, leave me heavily sedated
I'm on a crash party, fuck hoes at rock shows
With my double berol shawty, I cold blew off ya nose