Kevin Gardner - What U n***az Thought lyrics

[Verse 1: Celly Cel] What you n***as thought? Gossipin' 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 'posed to raise up out the hood and leave my seventeen Shot Glock on the block like I want peace? The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased (So you still funkin'?) Yeah, if I got to Trigger finger itchin' and I just might pop you Glock to a muthaf**a 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 and babies, they say I'm crazy 'cause I give a n***a one chance not to f** with me 'Cause when you f** with me, I gots to take your whole family (Man you sick.) Nah, I ain't got sh** to lose And ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues All they can do is send me to the pen with the locs To get my yokes And walk the yard with my folks I'm gettin' smoked, but a judge give me 25 When I get caught, I'm a blast, what you n***as thought? [Chorus: Kevin Gardner & Celly Cel] 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought? 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought? [Verse 2: Celly Cel] (Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?) 'Cause nina ross got a thirty-round clip in it And we can take ten paces then draw 'Fore you turn around, I'll take two and 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 and square up Watch his body flare up like some Duraflame Heart pumpin' Kool-Aid, now he's sweet as sugar cane (I thought you was quiet, but now I see you into violence.) k**as don't talk, real n***as move in silence And I'm a silently creep up on these n***as slowly And split the funeral money with Cooley & Rioli Homie don't ya know me? I'm that n***a wit the weapons Y'all can have them hoes, I'm finger f**in' Smith & Wessons Testin' my nuts will get you split in half, a bloody bath Is what you get for crossin' my path as I bail and 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 wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me It's do or die, slip, creep or get crept on Makin 'em swallow thirty-two hollow tips when they swept-on Rollin' wit the heater, if fools get smoked it ain't my fault Plottin' on catchin' a muthaf**a slippin', what you n***as thought? [Chorus: Kevin Gardner & Celly Cel] 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought? 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought? [Verse 3: Celly Cel] (What they be thinkin' when they see you creepin' through the streets?) They wanna 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.) Nah, 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, Black Talon tips'll open your blinds Ain't throwin' them thangs, so fool put your hands down Bailin' through your hood to catch you slippin' with 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 Peekin' out the window, smoked like indo, smoked like Purple Kush The sh** that get you stuck when you see me raisin' up outta the bush (So you be creepin' on the late night, right?) Nah, the best way to k** a n***a is in broad daylight (Like that?) I thought you knew me but you went soft Now it's about 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' y'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***as thought? [Chorus: Kevin Gardner & Celly Cel] 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought? 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, Yeah, yeah What you n***as thought? What you n***as thought?