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Silkk the Shocker - You Know What We Bout lyrics
(feat. Jay-Z, Master P) [Master P] Yo Silkk [Silkk] What up? [Master P] Tell Jigga we need 4 apples, 2 bananas and 5 oranges [Silkk] You sure? [Master P] Nigga, he know what I'm talkin 'bout [Silkk] Aight, I'll get him on the phone [Master P] From my block to yo block nigga the world belongs to who? [Silkk the Shocker] The world belongs to us you can do what you wanna do what you gon do? Huh? What? The streets belong to us you can do what you wanna do what you gon do? Huh? What? Yo from the South to the East nigga, from the streets to the burbs I fuck wit that when they talk, the speech just be slurred You know me Mr. Got dough, Mr. Got flow Couldn't figure our out which one wanted both of 'em so Mr. Got both - if you hate me stop, if you jealous Silkk the Shock, Jigga, No Limit, Master P, Roc-A-Fella Used to cop bricks for 30 Now I do nothin but sit back and drop hits, ya heard me? I ain't nothin but a thug that got rich ya heard me Drop the top when it's hot If not call Jay tell him blow the mall up and come and shop in jersey You know what I did, you know how I come You wouldn't even think about testin me dog if you know what I done Didn't change a bit, I'm still thuggish, still thuggin Niggaz ask how much money I got do math You know how to add I'm P little brother Shit, I can't tell y'all nothin I gotta show y'all real in this, I'm as real as it gets I told y'all Yo I sleep thru the rain, sleep thru the pain Would have knew about me but you don't Cause know why, cuase you was sleep when I came But I'm here now, y'all suckas fear now Look, plan on bein on top, don't stop, plan on bein hot year round I don't do it for no love, I do it for the thugs Do it for my block, do it for the VIP spots in the club It's hard to stop this life like it's hard to call cocked dice We ain't nothin but some bout it, bout it niggaz that live the "Hard Knock Life" [Chorus] From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot we out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop you know what we do, you know what we 'bout you know what we do, you know what we 'bout From my block to yo block, it's a sho' shot we out the door, out the most, and the flow don't stop from the ghetto to the suburbs, from Marcy to the 3rd you know what we do when we come thru, ya heard? [Jay-Z] In the south nigga Deep in the four door, watchin that old dog or in the club nigga, shakin' them hoes off Poppin my foes off ain't nothin changed or catch me on the block with thugs knockin the o's off Baggin that 'dro nigga, stackin that dough Clappin at foes and I'm laughin at hoes Holdin them dice and I'm breakin yo bank You see the shit Roc-A-Fella make wit The Tank Even without the airplay platinum off of heresay It's your year Jay get off my dick Been my year, you talkin to a winner here Iceberg winter's wear, linen chair My style in fact, money ain't come from rap And we can take it right back if it comes to that Block or Billboard, you gotta feel dog I stay real y'all, that's how I kill y'all [Chorus] [Master P] I used to rap, now b-ball's my life Move that house on the lake for the kids and wife Check the bank account, it's seven figures Who that Rolls in the video for, it's mines nigga I got game, ask the players in the pro's Who got shot, it ain't my fault (ohhhh it ain't my fault) he owed me dough Independent, black-owned, my world, my country No Limit and Roc-A-Fella run this like drug money So can I get a huh, huh? A what, what? Pass the weed cause soldiers like to puff, puff From the South to the East baby, baby A couple of unggggh's now they gotta pay me And flip bricks with ghetto chicks with no dicks and nine's with no clips and sides wit no chips come fast or slow, from cheddar to dough Master P, Silkk the Shocker, Jay-Z the rowdiest niggaz you know [Chorus] [Silkk] Get ya money dog Get ya money y'all Get ya money dog Get ya money y'all Get ya money dog Get ya money y'all Get ya, get ya money do Get ya, get ya From the South, to the Midwest to the East, to the West whatever Y'all get y'all money y'all From my block to yo block, it just don't stop |
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