Frukwan - What's Wrong With You? lyrics

[Frukwan] Check it... yo.. Instead of beat a brother's head off for half the rent Half percent, brothers need to all get bent Whips and gold to hold to a master flow Rollin' with the G.O., these deeds for Castro Competition far from close, rip and roast Flip ducks on the sk**et, feel it? 1-0-5th, the hood, only if the weed was good Roll it up, make it last like I'm puffin' the past Gaze beyond, where I'm from, brothers don't bargain Gods on the grid like Murtogh's and Riggs If you don't give a f**, then you know what's up co*k D.O.D's, with or without the nuts Steady riot, heavy flow, East crush a ghetto delux Muthaf**er, what? Bum rush ya Codeine ice breath, flexin' my biceps f** with me, put your a** forever to sleep Yo.. [Chorus: Frukwan] What da f** is wrong with you? What da f** you gonna do? What da f** is wrong with you? I'll bust your a** and cap your crew [Frukwan] Ssssss.. Yo, blind fury, whatever the force, I'll shake it off Evidence I weight, ghetto cap backs and broth Grew up, a teaspoon, overdose off jams Hot watch, plenty of beats, shots of miligrams Stone roller, head up, a shot release Stay gritty, Black Lordz runnin' the whole city B-Ball and rampage when I rip the stage Part the Red Sea with a pump and a gauge n***as wanna tailgate, then chase the bait Black spider, drop brothers like a low rider Lashin' my whip, watch brothers abandon ship What the f**'s so new, about the sh** I do? Chargin' cats to breeze, palm M.C.'s Catch you with mines, n***as doin' serious time Pick up from where I left and cross the globe Represent E.N.Y., until I die... what?! [Chorus] [Frukwan] Yo, I spit the live sh**, divide the j**els Rave reviews, the nuts on my prosecute [Lady Tigra] Midwest be the place where I rest No time for the stress, yeah I get sit on with the best Talk sh**, n***a, I hit's the chest Yeah, I smoke Philly blunts, n***a, with the best, what? Hard hittin', cigar splittin', now I'm driftin' Hustle just for days, new ways to get paid Them n***as on the block, serve weight Turnin' bricks, n***a, into cash in a day Check it -- one man suicide, another man's grief If you bow down, n***a, you will self defeat Talk is cheap, n***a, show the actions that you speak I know the game plan to a T, street choke n***as can't survive on these streets You can feel the words that I say through this beat This hip hop music be the code for the streets My Chi-Town n***as represent for the streets, what? [Chorus x2]