All dem ^!$$%s right there
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
$#&@ y'all


I thought you knew about us
You know what we throw on this

1-87 on rhyme
Anybody killa
$#&@ 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
^!$$% we keep the streets hot

It's just us and the cops
And ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% have to come out
Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out
Hit the liquor store when ^!$$% 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

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)


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 %#@!
Makin million dollar plans
Pullin million dollar scams

It be a trillion dollar man
$#&@ 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 $#&@ '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 ^!$$%s 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
^!$$%
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
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout