Chilly Chill - Who Ya Gonna Shoot Wit That? lyrics

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss Your new gun with you." [J-Dee] I heard you had beef on your block So you bought you a Glock, the one with the 17 shots Nicknamed Smith & Wessun Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson But, who you gon' shoot with that, homey? You'd rather blast an original instead of a phony True macaroni, you don't even know me And why does your gun say, 'n***as only'? But you need to get an angle on an anglo (??) shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux Got your gat, but you ain't thinkin of 'em Cause deep inside, I know you love 'em Point your gat at me and I'll blast ya But first I gotta ask ya.. Fool, who you talkin to? What you gotta ask me? [Cube] But first I gotta ask ya.. [Hook] Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? Who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk? Yo man, wha**up with the jack move fool? I ain't got no money man What you aimin that pistol at me for man? Ay man, why don't you go on with that? Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin "I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss Your new gun with you." [J-Dee] I'm drivin down the street, and I ain't got much more than you But you still wanna jack for my six-two Impala, it's all about the dollar You claim you're gonna bust if I holler Don't say nuttin as I jump out But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out? Start runnin cause I'm terrified Two shots from his gat made me realize You woulda let me do if I was a caucasian A j** or an asian But I see you wanna do me, do me Is it cause, I'm black as you be? Don't talk about a rep to me Cause deep inside, I know you're white as a deputy Saw my car and bought a brand new gat Punk, but who you gon' shoot with that? Chorus + J-Dee (line 4) [J-Dee] I hope they find your a** dead in a trunk! "I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss Your new gun with you." Hey yo man, I just got jacked man They always talkin that black on black crime man I'm fin' to go put in some work man "I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss Your new gun with you." [J-Dee] Now it's time to trip This fool done caught me slippin and he jacked I'm off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis Never ever thought I would get, got So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen, shots Hunted him down, like an animal Caught his a** slippin with a skanless ho I crept up behind him, put my hands around his mouth Fo'-fo' to the dome, yo punk we breakin out I ducked in the alley of the boulevard Jumped in the back, trailed by one car I'm thinkin to myself I can't k** him he's a brother Even though he keeps robbin, and stealin from our mothers He's lookin in my eyes, he's gazin at my gat And then he said, "Who you gon' shoot with.." {*BLAM*} [Cube] Sit Ubu, sit..