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Woodie lyrics : "Whatever Tho'"


I might of shot your homies
Once or twice you never know

But I still walk the streets
So I $$#umed they let it go
But just in case they didn't

I pack metal for clever folks
So all that talk in breakin' Woodie off
Whatever tho'



I'm still puttin' it down

Sidin' through the town Yoc bound
Suckas wanna talk down
But ain't prepared to @@#! down

They wanna bang like killas
But don't bang with no killas
They wanna claim they killas

But don't hang with no killas
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I'm the one who brought the Yoc

Up out the Golden State
You wanna hate this
Hate yourself

Think your from the Yoc
Talkin' down on my name
Cuz I ain't askin' you to jock

Just recognize
From two professional years of rappin'
East Co. Co. Records puttin' this crap

Back in time on the map
And then some
We takin' nationwide infected

Each and every nook and cranny
Were that Yoc life bakins'
And I reckon

We'll be collectin' dividends along the way
And that's exactly were this haterism comes into play
What's there to say

Nothin' but hot ones
I got for those talkin' down on me






Come on haters try to stop this
Dig deep into your pockets
Cuz that'll give me a legit reason

To make yo knot twist, not this
Northern fella Antioch dwella
Won't fall hostage

To the thoughts and plots of the jealous
Your gonna watch this
Independent label succeed

Were re-precautions 10-4 for
Every homey that bleeds
We'll plant our seeds in some mattress

And watch our killas grow
Teach 'em everything we know
So that they gonna run the show

I'm talkin' fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packin' guns
Holdin' down the fort

Prepared for war
Protectin' loved one
No more snatchin' up our dreams

Through the dope on triple beams
Or an enemy shot
Cuz that's the power money brings

We're the kings of our own plot
We found a spot
Don't make room

If you think we're bluffin'
I $$#ume you have a [email protected]$# too
So if you wanna get me

Come and get me
Quit talkin'
And send the messages through (*##$es
Cuz that %#@!'ll leave you chopped up





You wanna talk behind my back
And jar jack amongst female company

And every word up out your mouth
Eventually gon' come to me
How dumb could you be
Maybe you really wanna see me
But most likely you a sucka

And you hatin' you can't be me
Probably got that A-D-D
Attention Deficit Disorder
And you've notice when you say my name
That people won't ignore ya

That's pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin' my name
Cuz your just pumpin' my fame
But when we cross paths
Haul that

So people prepare to ache
Cuz I'm a draw fast
@@#! blast
With heat to tear your brain
Cuz I've HAD IT UP TO HERE
Through your history
I got my stripes

Sucka you ain't pumpin' fears
So come here and get a dose of
This Antioch West Twompsta
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music %#@! on stand by
To make a man die

How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize



Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me




%#@!!



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