Mr. Lucci - Whatchallwannado lyrics

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Mr. Lucci - Whatchallwannado lyrics

[Mr. Pookie] Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in North Dallas C-Pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower Took me bout an hour, and now I'm creased down in my Polo I'm makin these n***as hate today, by wearin a crooked logo Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you b**hes in tha mist And if you n***as dont trip on me, then I won't bust yo sh** Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest But Stoneycrook n***as, been known to come out wit tha ruckus f** you who say f** us, and all ya'll n***as who be hatin' Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see Words lose all meanin', when n***as see n***as gleamin' So dont you even think that you can get outta this So b**h, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed I'm twist and dismember, choppin down n***a timber Kodac moment remember, this crooked n***a a Rippla Chorus [x2] Whatchallwannado? If you trip, then we bomb first Pull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurt I know bombin', but Tha Rippla finna bomb worse Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse [Mr. Lucci] Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a k**a f** Billy tha Kid n***a, it's Lucci tha Wig Splitta Like Tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, f** it, k**a On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on Leave a n***a dome blown, or up sh** creek, all alone For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real Now he k**ed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob sk**z Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv It ain't neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta co*ked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya Chorus [x2] [C-Pone] I been quick to cause a tragedy, f**in wit my faculty Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality f** those who try to battle me, this rap sh** is a mastery Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist Now I'm pissed, wit a clutched fist Around they Ashton and my 45th No mo lift, in these shady n***as in fleets We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in Phaldahyde and Morphine Sparklin' clean up through tha industry Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me Due to my unique style of Texas poetry Blowin these, wack MC's, who refuse to give our props Platinum hitz from tha Stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top When Tha Rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day Vietnam Run up if you want some, we clash like Titans Ain't no collaboration deadlier than Stoneycrook and I come Chorus [x2]

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