Fat Joe - What's Ya Point? lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, Terror Squad. (TS) No Limit fam Uh, TS. (TS) Yeah yeah yeah, uh NY to the NO Puttin it down like what Don Cartegena the leader Yeah, uh [Fat Joe] Who gives a f** about a n***a like you (like you) b**h rap cats'll see right through (right through) East, west man you know how we do (how we do it) Down south my n***as bout it and we bound to take it all from you I'm from the streets of NY where the wind don't die We even try to bake the cake or pie ????, bust on by for my n***as incarcerated Where you gotta do life or get your life confiscated I often made it through the cold stages Where the government supply d** and breed thugs in all ages Caucasians givin core cases P's chase us like horse races Battin down on all faces Everyday it's like the same old sh** I ain't goin bit, my motto's like make more hits Terror Squad and the No Limit fam for life Don Cartegena, Mama Mia [Mia X] Yeah, that's right [Chorus: Mia X/Fat Joe/Snoop] What's your point n***a, what you tryin to say We got the same types of thugs right around my way x4 [Snoop Dogg] Walkin through your backyard, knockin down your trash You move too fast and I'm a blast your a** Will a n***a do this or will a n***a do that Just know that my four four packed, don't pull back So roll back, regroup, thank me 'for you come up Please put your gun up, fool you gettin done up I'm one up on every motherf**er in the giddame Act like you don't know my motherf**in niddame And things won't never be the same again Ain't no slippin to the quicken, we hit this game again What's your name again, I'm the capital S You know the motherf**in rest, I'm from the motherf**in west Side of the coast, east side of the beach School of hard knocks, graduated straight from the streets sh**, my hair got longer and my pockets got bigger I got love for real n***a so what's up jigga [Chorus x4] [Mia X] I'm from the itty bitty city at the bottom of the Mississippi river Where n***as quick to k** ya if they don't feel ya Still the southern hospitality is all good Just don't be f**in around in none of them small hoods Mama Mia, the queen of the south Who states somethin like the one in my mouth Love the NO, represent it till the day that I die But I'm makin merges from CA to NY And the tight connections, Terror Squad and DPG And TRU soldiers n***a, N-O-L-I-M-I-T We all the same, we used to slangin when we gangin n***as I slang the pound different but we all about the drama Hit the enemies down Send your whole block all covered in duct tape ??? down Get the ransom out this motherf**er Love of the hood, we stay representin Yall don't recognize a soldier blood and thugs love us in a song [Chorus x4] [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Same sh**, same sh** Same sh** Same sh** go down in my hood go down in your hood >From New Orleans to Long Beach to New York To Alabama To motherf**in Connecticut Overseas where the G's don't even speak this sh** Same sh** go down n***as need to unite, get this paper Cause we on a mission Terror Squad, No Limit, DPG That's how we doin this sh** Peace