Chuckie Madness - What Chu Want lyrics

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Chuckie Madness - What Chu Want lyrics

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & X-1] What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? Everything I could get What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? I want it all What chu want? I want everything, I want everything Sticky Fingaz, X1, what! Official Nast' [Hook 1: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz] I want the coke spots, cartell, the drug blocks I want mad guns, four 5's and magnums I want my own club, mad dough with no love I want a dumb chick, carry work or bust trips I want my own hood, projects to boulevards I wanna wild out, smoke blunts and blow hard I want more clothes, ill crib and wardrobes I want your ice, your wife, or your life [Verse 1: X-1] The bottom line is, I want everything The credit cards to the wedding ring Outta state strips would have to be basic 98 percent sh**, make a fiend brain sh** Face it, X-1, no doubt, I'm way sick I need weed spots, at least two on each block You got ones, I got big heads in my knot How 'bout a drop top cranberry six with deep dish? who*e house with nothing but cheap chicks Now peep this, I wanna be rich It's no secret, but I was always known as a thief I want in on every crack sold in the street Holdin' the heat, on top till I'm old wit' no teeth Blast three through your artery, it's hard k**in' me I love artillery, particularly AP-1s Is my specialty, especially I want y'all to know f** y'all n***as if you ain't feeling me [Hook 2: Sticky Fingaz & X-1] I want drop tops, chop shops and pay cops I wanna lay low, with police on pay roll I want the ill scam, five G's off ten grams I want hydro, five pounds in garbage cans I want a bad b**h, fat a** with no flaws I want two of them, twins without no drawers I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome I want a crack house, so fiends could black out [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] I want a hundred mill, tax free in big unmarked bills If I don't get it, tampons for the blood I'mma spill I just wanna pull the trigger for the love of the thrill I just wanna battle n***as for they publishing deals I'm greedy, selfish, I hate to share Want a different burner every day to match my gear Well meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome Fall out getting brain, don't wake up till three somethin' Want beef, n***a? We could go squeeze nines Till you dead or waving white flags and peace signs Want all my n***as free that got strikes three times And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time You violate, you get clapped in the head Want B.I.G. and Makaveli to come back from the dead Want that CL-500 coupe, chromed out platinum (What chu mean?) What am I saying? I got one! [Hook 3: X-1 & Sticky Fingaz] I want more techs, your presidential rolex I want nine lives, you gotta k** me nine times I want air play, from New York to LA I wanna murder sh**, get caught and get away with it I want the good weed, light green with no seeds I want a E-Cla**, rob banks with ski masks I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus I want a hotel, strictly for dope sales I want Bo guard, max out your gold card I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars I want a crime spree, but get off scott free I want lump sums, CDs and trust funds I want y'all wack rappers to stop bitin' my clique I want your props, I want your whole crew knocked I want y'all punk n***as, just to get off my dick [Outro: Sticky Fingaz] What! What! What chu want? What! What! What! What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? What chu want? I want it all, what chu want? I want everything, what chu want? I want the whole f**ing world, know what I'm saying?