Celly Cel - What U n***az Thought lyrics

Gots some Bill like b**hes on the under Tryin to keep it on the slunder 'cause I made you wonder If I was down 'cause I rap, now what that mean? I'm bouts to raise up out the hood & leave my 17 Shot glock on the block like I want peace The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased (So you still punkin) Yeah if I got to Trigger finger itchin & I just might pop you Glock to a muthaf**in head in the 9-5 (Oh, so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive) I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me When I flash (So n***a you a k**a) Mamas & babies, they say I'm crazy 'cause I give a n***a one chance not to f** wit me 'cause when you f** wit me, I gots to take your whole family (Man you sick) Naw, I ain't got sh** to lose It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch To get my ? And walk the yard with my folks I'm gettin smoked But the judge give me 25 When I get caught, I'mma blast What you n***az Thought [Kevin] (Celly) 1 - Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) Scrape the bodies off the asphalt (Scrape the bodies off the muthaf**in asphalt) It's on when you're in my zone What you n***az thought (What you n***az thought) Repeat 1 [Celly] (Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?) 'cause niner ross got a 30 round clip in it And we can take 10 paces then draw 'Fore you turn around, I take 2 & blow off your jaw Ain't nothin fair in the hood I dare a n***a to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga & square up Watch his body flare up like some ? Heart pumpin' cool-Aid Now he's sweet as sugar kane (I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence) k**as don't talk, real n***as move in silence And I'mma silently creep up on these n***as slowly And split the funeral money, ??? Homie don't ya know me? I'm that n***a wit the weapons why'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin f** the Smith & Wessons Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail & laugh (n***as like you get smoked everyday) I'm one of the walkin dead any-muthaf**in-way (I don't even trip when them fools be muggin me) They want to see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on Makin 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on Rollin wit they heater If fools get smoked, it ain't my fault Plottin & catchin a mutha-f**a slippin What you n***az Thought Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Celly] (What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets?) They want to split me, but they know I'm boxin wit my heat And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it co*ked back Whatever the destination, can't be loose 'cause they be peelin' caps (Yeah, I feel you) Naw, I don't even feel myself So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I k** myself (Damn) I lost my mind when I bought my nine Fill it up with a thirty round clip Like thallon tips all on your blind Say throwin them thangs So fool, put your hands down Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down 'cause when you slip, you're put to sleep, it ain't no wakin up I got these Betty Crocker a** n***as cakin up Peakin out the window, smoked like indo Smoked like ? The sh** that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush (So you be creepin on the late night, right) Naw, the best way to k** a n***a is in broad daylight (Like dat) I thought you knew me but you went soft Now it's 'bout time I cut your mutha-f**in water off Stompin in my steel-toes, bailin wit my H.I. double L. west n***as Puttin why'all to rest n***as Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt It's on when you in my zone What you n***az Thought Repeat 1 Repeat 1