That Shit

Wu, Shaolin, yeah, yeah
 Lets stand up y'all
 What up, we on the rise
 10304 types
 Move with The Movement
 Its like Roy Jones said
 What's that son
 Y'all must of forgot or sutten word
 Yo INS
 We love fast cash, trickin' on a few girls
 Spazzin' like the yellow cab, through the new world
 I walk slow, slaughter order like new kicks
 On some Wu shit, two chicks shootin' my flicks
 Might creep through ya town all wrong
 Half a bone, twenty inch chrome
 Illuminatin' off ya dome
 Like OT status, the one to get at
 Never sweat that, I'm focused at the X on the map
 Treasure chest stash, the guest house attached
 Forty acres and a mule with the sawed off gat
 Fuck the media hype, I'm into Stereotype
 Name ya price, then let me get my hand on the dice
 All my life, nine out of ten involved in the heist
 Only for ayallytes with the target sliced
 Now the parasite blined by your neon light
 Tryna eat right so maybe I can sleep nights, yo see
 Heads get ripe off-a this
 Thug all night off-a this
 Ladies fight off-a this
 This is That Shit
 The Projects flip off-a this
 The trees get lent off-a this
 Crash your whip off-a this
 Cuz this is That Shit
 Yeah yeah, niggaz stay showin' they teeth, knowin' they weak
 We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat
 Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat
 No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep
 Keep an eye on boy, he gonna rise like the crime rate
 Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque
 Been around the world, put a house on the hill
 But still greasy like the corner store grill
 We roll like Vegas dice, pay the price
 Watch me roll straight strikes in this game of life
 See me, yankee hats, John John, blue boots on
 Movin' in the Ucon, schoolin' all the new borns
 Mommy get ya groove on, ya bustin' out ya outfit
 Lovin' how ya move on the floor, baby bounce it
 Big boys step through, they all step aside
 They all mesmurised man, y'all recognise
 Heads get ripe off-a this
 Some will bite this, Rebel INS your highness
 Screamin' high pitched, survivalist you bare a likeness
 In the pits where it's high risk, I work the Nightshift
 Like this, like that, put pressure on rap
 Cheques stack, watch a sex trap
 Shorty through an X in my 'yac
 Caddy stretched black, don't question the fact
 I lay my head back, spazzin' off a new Meth track
 Count weed, bag green, blue, purple and brown
 Crown King with my down Queen lurkin' the town
 Circle round, get a glimpse of the kid gettin' big
 Feel that, I peel back, heavy into ya wig
 For the fugitives and big timers throwin' bricks
 Plus the plot thugs locked up proven to this
 Son hit it like Arabs, the world don't curb haters
 Don't quit ya day job, ya girl know the words