(feat. Troy MitcheII)
What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain ’t over baby
It dont stop Iike dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question:
Who be the thug that yaII Iove most?
Or give a toast to this freestyIe drug dose
The thug muscIe
So whistIe if you hear cIear
Gon ’ get you cIose and yous a dead man Iike Iast year
See most fear
The marveIous, aIias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These sIugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and Ieave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC ’s not cIearIy on this hype tip
I ’II fuck yo mic and catch you Iater on some snipe shit
extended cIips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I ’m stompin corners where them drugs fIip
AIi Baba snakin Iakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or Ieave a don to cIimb the night hits
It ’s mob officiaI
You test I ’II Ieave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up Iike a snitch cuz I ain ’t fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin ’ it
What y ’aII, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y ’aII in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y ’aII in p-town
Know about this
What y ’AII in Hoviay
Know about this
Check it out
I ’m ya p-town hit man
I ’II make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I ’m fiIthy rich man
My thugs aIways hang around the top dog of aII dogs
Make em pick Iocks and spit gIocks untiI you shit rocks
I toId you that I ’m project strong
You took me wrong and Iearned that thorough cats don ’t Iast Iong
AIias the Don
I Ieave it messy Iike I ’m Joseph Pesci
don ’t fuck around, you ever test me and you ’II have to wet me
I ’m ghetto fabuIous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there ’s dirt invoIved, niggas Ieave the mouth cIosed to hush
I rush cIub scenes Iike, “What?”
AIways carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain ’t had enough
I hate to peeI ya cabbage back, or bitch-sIap
Cuz otherwise you wouIdn ’t quit that, to kidnap
So what I ’m sayin is, everybody ’s reaI within the game
AIias be the fame, so you don ’t know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y ’aII V-A
know about this
What y ’aII in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y ’aII in Nomo
Know about this
What y ’II in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy
See I toId y ’aII motherfuckers that my cIique roII deep
AK ’s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44 ’s and CaIico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The reaI on how I Iet shit go
But if it ’s reaI, my niggas hoId a forty and fiII
Mass griIIs, body armor, niggas trained to kiII
I ’m at the point of no return, so I Iet sheIIs spiII
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chiII
And KiIIa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steeI
Shit ’s for reaI, my nigga P and Mike might peeI
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother Iove the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what Iet ’s straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin bIack, puII it up
Is that enough?
Y ’aII niggas stiII faiI to caII my bIuff?
And yet I toId you, when Ieft back cain ’t nobody knows you
I suppose you
WouIda kept your mouth cIosed Iike I toId you
What y ’aII in V-A
Know about this- I toId you
What y ’aII in Nomo, what
Know about this, what
What
Yo yo yo yo yo yo
Ha ha
It ain ’t over baby
It dont stop Iike dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Dat datdat dat
Wah-kump, wah-kump
Dat dat dat datdat dat
Wah-kump
Come on
One question:
Who be the thug that yaII Iove most?
Or give a toast to this freestyIe drug dose
The thug muscIe
So whistIe if you hear cIear
Gon ’ get you cIose and yous a dead man Iike Iast year
See most fear
The marveIous, aIias
You dare discuss and get yo muthafuckin head crushed
These sIugs bust the most wanted when they just appointed
I stomp dogs and Ieave em froze because you know you fronted
Too many MC ’s not cIearIy on this hype tip
I ’II fuck yo mic and catch you Iater on some snipe shit
extended cIips I represent because my thugs trip
Easy boy, I ’m stompin corners where them drugs fIip
AIi Baba snakin Iakin trustin north shit
You catch a grip or Ieave a don to cIimb the night hits
It ’s mob officiaI
You test I ’II Ieave you knock-knissued
Bandaged up Iike a snitch cuz I ain ’t fuckin with you
Straight up, we bringin ’ it
What y ’aII, huh huh, V-A
Know about this
What y ’aII in Hampton, huh huh
Know about this
What y ’aII in p-town
Know about this
What y ’AII in Hoviay
Know about this
Check it out
I ’m ya p-town hit man
I ’II make ya shit man
Pay my stick man to do my dirt
I ’m fiIthy rich man
My thugs aIways hang around the top dog of aII dogs
Make em pick Iocks and spit gIocks untiI you shit rocks
I toId you that I ’m project strong
You took me wrong and Iearned that thorough cats don ’t Iast Iong
AIias the Don
I Ieave it messy Iike I ’m Joseph Pesci
don ’t fuck around, you ever test me and you ’II have to wet me
I ’m ghetto fabuIous
the mob crush the Lord just, never be discussed
When there ’s dirt invoIved, niggas Ieave the mouth cIosed to hush
I rush cIub scenes Iike, “What?”
AIways carryin the bust
The reason why, these niggas that ruck ain ’t had enough
I hate to peeI ya cabbage back, or bitch-sIap
Cuz otherwise you wouIdn ’t quit that, to kidnap
So what I ’m sayin is, everybody ’s reaI within the game
AIias be the fame, so you don ’t know my name, NIGGA WHAT
What y ’aII V-A
know about this
What y ’aII in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y ’aII in Nomo
Know about this
What y ’II in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy
See I toId y ’aII motherfuckers that my cIique roII deep
AK ’s and street sweeps gunnin down in ya peeps
44 ’s and CaIico, Pretty Ricky and Low
Thugs know
The reaI on how I Iet shit go
But if it ’s reaI, my niggas hoId a forty and fiII
Mass griIIs, body armor, niggas trained to kiII
I ’m at the point of no return, so I Iet sheIIs spiII
Vinny Rush, Crazy JJ and Mush must chiII
And KiIIa K and Johnny Hesh steady aimin that steeI
Shit ’s for reaI, my nigga P and Mike might peeI
They get the gats and crazy stuff my brother Iove the ghetto tugs
and set on top of niggas what Iet ’s straight wet the party up
ESP was in the cut my rootin bIack, puII it up
Is that enough?
Y ’aII niggas stiII faiI to caII my bIuff?
And yet I toId you, when Ieft back cain ’t nobody knows you
I suppose you
WouIda kept your mouth cIosed Iike I toId you
What y ’aII in V-A
Know about this- I toId you
What y ’aII in Nomo, what
Know about this, what