MED - Gimmewhutchagot lyrics
Kurupt: Yo Barshawn Gimmewhutchagot n***a Come and drip into the realm of the X-files Gimmewhutchagot n***a Gimmewhutchagot n***a Gimmewhutchagot n***a Gimmewhutchagot n***a Get your position correct Get your ammunition correct The tactful tech technician effect(b**h!) I got a quarter-key You wanna to try to stick me for it? Put the loot up, the shoot up, and hit me for it? n***as hang for, do the same thang for it Penetrate like, uh, poor the gas, blast and then bang for it Y'all supposed to be some type of raw doggs, n***a f** around and get your sh** spit like laws, n***a Fantasies never formulate So when you get the formula to format Restructure and reshape Relax or we take all We make sure we shake all We shake tame or aim or flame all A b**h tried to play me like nothing's really real Like I ain't really real and I ain't really got sk**s(b**h!) I make you hot like ten tons of lava rocks The Juggernaut crackin n***as like cinder blocks, n***a Chorus: Gimmewhuthcagot n***a Get blazed, get shot n***a We make it hot n***a raw My n***a Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal co*k and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Ease back mothaf**a before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law n***as k**in me What you ice-grillin me for? Barshawn: Now how you gonna let my looks deceive you? My raps is lethal I kicks sh** that would amaze you, they daze you Y'all think my rhymes is voodoo For the first time comin through Ain't been a minute yet Already, cats wanna eye-screw Plottin to pop you You don't know me duke The one that shoot You all mad cuz I'm spendin loot That you all broke a** n***as been tryin to scoop See I done paid my dues Don't be fooled by the pretty boy image Cuz you'll get blasted up in less than a minute It's Barshawn and Kurupt, y'all gonna feel it Cuz when I bless a track, I spit venom in it So how you wanna do it, rappin or gun-clappin Either or, it could happen Kurupt, move the Glock to his mouth for they gappin I bet next time you stay in a child's place This is Rome folks talkin, you don't relate If you can't hold the weight, then don't debate Kurupt: Pushin crates, headed upstate with chrome plates (check it out) Chorus: Gimmewhuthcagot n***a Get blazed, get shot n***a We make it hot n***a raw My n***a Barshawn Kurupt with the auto-metal co*k and draw I ain't got time to see what you saw Beat back mothaf**a before I crack your jaw This ain't about nothin but life and law n***as k**in me What you ice-grillin me for? Barshawn: You all fiend, daydream for cream I've seen Eyes gleam for the drop-top I be in You wanna end my life, my n***as ain't seein If so happen you did that Where the f** you expect the rest at? We got that too comin through a quarter to two Blazin they duct-tapin you and your boo All at the revenue stand, we was once a crew Mad tight, but that's life I learned the game Same cats that you roll with will split your game See I'm in it for the cheese n***a f** the fame (n***a, f** the fame, mothaf** the fame) Kurupt: I play the nickel-plated position get penetrated Popes just pause, I rise with my doggs And collar clothes impact and enthrone Gone, zone the dome and then blown I heard raw before I saw raw before Mack milli's, mack 11's and four-four's Me and my n***a Shawn What you got weight on your shoulders The freons gettin colder Me and my n***a Deion's hittin corners I got a beam on you chest-high f** around and get your f**in chest right I spreads like bad news b**hes get played like the blues Blowin dicks like whistles Launch like missles Pop like pistols And confuse, misuse, enthuse, abuse, buy the twos Cuz I refuse to chill like EP I prefer to get high live with the DP You ain't raw n***a You more like subtle f** you and your rebu*tal You laid in a puddle It's a storm, form reform your label form Keep calm or keep drippin in the twist of the swarm (Chorus) Kurupt, young Gotti West Coast, East Coast n***a Raw doggs (Chorus) Gimmewhutchagot n***a Gimmewhutchagot n***a