What Cha Talkin Bout

All dem niggas right there
 SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
 Fuck y'all
 I thought you knew about us
 You know what we throw on this
 1-87 on rhyme
 Anybody killa
 Fuck all y'all
 We run the streets, come run with my game
 We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang
 And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you
 Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
 Nigga we keep the streets hot
 It's just us and the cops
 And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock
 Guess money rule the world
 Materials and girls, fly
 Did ya never seen?
 Never, even dreamless, these things
 That make the world we live in what it is
 And though with paper you would die
 It's a shame what is real on these wheels
 Foes on a hundred smoke weed
 Me and Bad and Tray-Dee
 In an ice machine
 Big strap that let a nigga have to come out
 Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out
 Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out
 Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
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 What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
 Though we all wanna live it up
 'fo the lights go out in your house
 No one is gon' get there
 Fillin all doubts, and hold out
 Only when ya sure to take a loss
 Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast
 If the guns don't get cha
 It's sure to be the cancer
 Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer
 He made it up and just about to get your chances
 It's a baby I've been knowin,
 Trust of homage you could go insurin
 Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust
 Only gave me one change, it's just us
 Who banging at the poppa stops
 Gangsta network your G shit
 Makin million dollar plans
 Pullin million dollar scams
 It be a trillion dollar man
 Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich
 The world make me sick
 I really wanna live it up
 It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up
 I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts
 Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin...
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
 We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up
 Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up
 Puttin up with nothin
 The world let us hear with no fury
 Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em
 Talkin nothin
 Provin, movin I can make a difference
 Any? 'll speak louder then
 All that y'all jackin at gettin payed
 One of the two main reasons I keep rappin
 It just happened
 The peace so niggas don't know
 Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin
 Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line
 Someone should defy the law
 I've forgot what I was looking for
 Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
 Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
 Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
 Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
 Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout
 What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)
 Hahaha,
 Yeah
 We run these streets
 And some big dope sacks
 Nigga
 Smoke some, drink some
 That's what I'm talkin about
 Yeah
 Haha
 Still blastin at close range
 Things ain't changed
 We the gang
 But we blast and mash to maintain
 Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D
 Gang bangin
 But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers
 To my big homeboy C-Style
 What up dogg?
 Yeah
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