What?
What?
What you say?
Now that's what
What?
What the f**, what the f** that n***a say?
(Chorus x4)
What kinda n***a is you?
I'm the sh** that's what
Whatchu 'gon do?
Hit this b**h up, that's what
With the crew?
We stay clicked up
What has it come to?
Get out the way or get f**ed 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 d**h? Dawg you dyin in
Close his casket, those that know, don't match it
b**h, of course, I got that street game masta'd
Don't forget ya number when ya roll, I'm cla**ic 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 sh** for years
Come and tell me yo deepest fears
When the smoke clears, you'll see
n***as is counterfeit, funny money ho, I'm wearin' fake j**lery
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'
f**in' 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, f** hoes at rock shows
With my double berol shawty, I cold blew off ya nose