C-Loc - Get Ya Issue lyrics

(*talking*) Uh-huh you b**h you, (Tre-Deuce in the house Clay-Day in the house ha-ha, C-Loc) Na-na-na-na, (and E.S.G.) [Hook] What up whoadie, what up soldier We young G's coming up, taking over What up whoadie, what up soldier Worldwide Laff-Tex, taking over [C-Loc] Now flipping nickles to dimes, and 22's to 30-30's Catching dope case after dope case, but motherf** the jury Cut throat, in a city full of white folks f**ing round with Laff-Tex, you get your f**ing neck broke Ha-ha money moves mountains n***a, so cease the clowning So lil' daddy you like playing with k**ers, so look around ya From C-Loc to 3-2, to T-Pop and Clay-Doe You ain't said nothing you'll get your issue, you b**h you you heard me In Laffeyette, the k**ers hollin' pa** the tech No need to wear a vest, strictly banging sh** above the neck Get your mind right or lose, you wanna k** some'ing then do it You got a answer for that sh**, I thought you knew it For the last time, we blast on punks and haters just to pa** time k**ing family, for disrespecting mine Like sunshine it's mandatory, no need to worry Two bodies found dead in the cut dog, you know the story you heard me n***a [Hook - 2x] [Mr. 3-2] Get buck get buck, everybody get wild Boot up boot up, check the gangsta profile Mr. 3-2 the Governor, ready to dump With a fully automatic, from H-Town to the swamps f** around get stomped, so baby don't come at me wrong I'm trying to leave that gangsta sh** alone, and bring some platinum song For Michael Corleone, and all my Southside Playaz With that boy C-Loc, so how you do that there All my peoples on welfare, still getting they issue All the lil' mamas who break these trick pockets, I ain't forget you You b**h you, now bring it all to daddy I'ma chop some'ing up with ya, and let you floss with me in a Northstar Caddy A lot of haters mad at me, they can bring that sh** on Cause I peep through the streets, and my game is strong Backbone afilliated, Laff-Tex/Street Game It's a black monopoly, verbal uncut c**aine [Hook - 2x] [T-Pop] Cables I'm pulling, in the hood and the flats C-Loc popping neck, Laff-Tex bout our respect T-Pop holding Glocks, in the land of the trill New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Laffeyette how you feel Bout to tear the club up, while these hoes body rocking H-Town Southside, fifteen's knocking Hoes on dick, and bouncing that a** f** slob b**hes, Laff-Tex bout cash [Clay-Doe] Down South where it's tough, where these d** got it rough But it always been this way in this Gulf, so we ain't giving a f** Times use to be hard, until I start dropping white broad In the 3rd Ward, and from the Laff-Tex mob It's a hard job to be a S.S.P., but best believe If strapped is the way to be, then that's the way it's gonna be If it takes coming through your women to get you, to get the picture I bend my concentrated Laff-Tex miss ya, and get your issue [E.S.G.] We ride fo' deep, as we creep through each block In the Bentley sipping my Henny it's the E, Clay and T-Pop n***a we drop some sh**, half of them n***as can't f** with Black hearted getting it started, I'm the pitbull of the click Sipping my syrup by the gallons, f**ing yellowbone stallions Chanel set Rolex, with my baguettes and matching medallion Space age throwing my town, in Lexus Texas Arkana f**ing the freak hoes doing greek shows, by your cla**ic in Louisiana Now every n***a, trying to get closer to E All at the show with the E, but n***a this show ain't for free I won't deposit anything, so you best to have my sh** When you get your hustle on young n***a, I'm bringing a half a brick But if you short with my issue, you young a** lil' b**h ya You best to hope, this motherf**ing tech and a scope gon miss ya uh