Natas - Thatz What lyrics

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Natas - Thatz What lyrics

What? What? What you say? Now that's what What? What the f**, what the f** that n***a say? (Chorus x4) What kinda n***a is you? I'm the sh** that's what Whatchu 'gon do? Hit this b**h up, that's what With the crew? We stay clicked up What has it come to? Get out the way or get f**ed up, that's what What type of n***a am I? What type of n***a are you? I'm true, while n***as be actin' brand new I'm old school right down to my snub nosed tools You lose, cause I got the Ill Street blues Play by the street rules, I know my heat rules Cause we eat fools and beat fools, it's how we greet fools Peep fools on top of the game now I'm so def, I talk loud with my hands anti blow We sure firin, grill fire then How you said hot to d**h? Dawg you dyin in Close his casket, those that know, don't match it b**h, of course, I got that street game masta'd Don't forget ya number when ya roll, I'm cla**ic like 5.0s 10 summas ago Keep ya foot on the bed, I was put on the set To have all what them lil' n***as wish they could get What hypa? N-A-T-A-S n***a Are you? Are you? The undaground pioneers Been spittin' wicked sh** for years Come and tell me yo deepest fears When the smoke clears, you'll see n***as is counterfeit, funny money ho, I'm wearin' fake j**lery Steady bitin' my style, when they know I'm buck wild My paper long like 7 mile I whip up, whip out, and start bustin' f**in' conversation, ain't no time for discussion I'm plannin' for a murder so it's pre-meditated I smoke the woopty woop, leave me heavily sedated I'm on a crash party, f** hoes at rock shows With my double berol shawty, I cold blew off ya nose

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