Fred The Godson - What Chu Talking Bout (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Oun-P] Oo we looking good, we getting hella chips now The city showing unity, Mello on the Knicks now Still thinking you gangsta, still dont believe you I grew up where it's rough, NY they leave you Them things on deck, it don't matter if you diesel The next time somebody seeing you, you be see through Stress days is over, now I can just skip town Tell my b**h to get up, then I tell her get down Now I know how Jay felt, you n***as is useless You gotta have the dynasty before you make the blueprint All I see is dollar signs, whips gon' be ruthless I lied to the judge, but in the booth I'm wat the truth is, Oun! [Hook] Roll up in the hood Actin like you gon do somethin', n***a no you wouldn't n***a you scared (you scared!) Perpetrating a thug, you ain't really k**ing nothing What I told you was before[?] Was in the dark, comes to the light I got them goonz on call So if its on, you better be right So Wat chu talkin' bout? huh? Nothing! So Wat chu talkin' bout? huh? Nothing! I dont know Wat chu talkin' bout' huh? Nothing! Now Wat chu talkin' bout? huh? Nothing! Egnnh! [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Anngh!, big body turn around your corner Crack the roof, air the warner, transform her when I hit the switch Go where I wanna, Money bags made me stronger Play wit me I'll put some on you, light your crib up like its christmas b**h Rolling they dont see it, I dont show em Feel em arm doors up, ma pants swollen cause I brought them racks Frozen, all the pretty ladies love him If I tell them come they come and now my egos doing stuntin laps Southsiding on em, big goofy diamond flauntin Sick stupid super coup, bout to skip an 'ountain[?] on em Pop the sh** and style it on em Miss me with the hate, s**er Terror dome, Mil City motherf#cker! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Aghaaaa!.. Ugh, Yea, Yo Black Jack or Crabs, I dont play the poker You ain't talkin about money then callate la boca Latex gloves when ever I weigh the coka I just pray to God that the 40 stay in its holster Lames is watered down, pure saturation Laid my gang down, across half the nation I ain't with all of y'all, false accusations Goons is on call, voice activation Talkin bout millions, up late in the buildings Real life illing, duck taping civilians Yeah it's all love till you chalk em out Haah, Now tell me what chu talkin about? [Hook] [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] Oun and sonny told me to this joint This is some Chris Paul pen pal hommie I'm just right to the point, You nice to a point I got so many bars its like I'm doing life in the joint Blocks got its zone up, bullets'll break your dome up Leave you like robocop, body all chromed up Freshman double XL, Fred done blown up My shotty do pilates, got a body better tone up You know when God call, pump in front of Kennedy fried[?], Oswald Call a spade a spade, but when cards fall you playing hardball Now Wat chu talkin' bout? [Hook]