P$c - What You n***as Looking at Me 4 lyrics

[Intro: Big Nut] Yeah (yeah) Let's get out there my n***a West Coast k**a Beez n***a (f** you looking at n***a) Yo, we coming to serve all you b**h a** muthaf**as Black off Black, Blackball Entertainment, n***a West Coast k**a Beez, check it out, west coast style, yo [Big Nut] I'm so gangsta, I don't dance or walk n***a slide to slide, spit that heat or talk From California to New York, I'm banging on wax Like my n***a Big Y Dog and Little Hogg, f** y'all n***as dissin' the Black Techs and Six Mill For real, you'll f** around and get k**ed Cap peel, just for saying foul to me You out of bounds, you won't even last a round with me [P.C.] You really need to stop fronting, n***a You don't really wanna do nothing, n***a Once me get my k**as get to dumping, n***a You'll stop fall, jackin' and bumping your dentures Dent your mug, 4-0, slugs, straight up in your cranium One shot, I'm aimin 'em, shouldn't have been f**in' With the k**a Bee Gang and them, mad dog from P Dot Like he not, heated, my desert eag' squeeze til you moonwalk and beat it [Chorus: G Twin (P Nut)] What you lookin' at me for? (You don't wanna see this fo'fo, n***a) What you really coming to do? (n***a I'll f** your a** up) I'll give you what you asking for (You don't wanna see my fo'fo, n***a) An can of a**whipping or two (n***a, I'll serve your whole crew) [Pimp Nasty] You n***as should be calm, try and be patient Cause if not, you'll be a patient, momma patient Try'nna get herself together, they tell her, her son gone He done tricked on, this n***as Rob Strick-long Talkin' out the side of his neck, swearin' that he served some n***a From the gang Black Tech, now that's a lie, that's why I socked him in his eye Hit him so many times, that n***a bound to die [P Nut] Yo, yo, what the f** you looking at? You n***as want beef, n***a, get the cooking at If you ain't banging rules, I ain't f**ing with you n***as stuck in the booth, n***as ducking the truth Blackball, robbing Nuts, send that n***a to hell And go and bloody up the streets and the raunchy motel When we come around, blood, better keep your chains up Cause Black Tech n***as don't give a mad f** [Chorus] [RZA] I'll put y'all n***as in a stranglehold, you see my fang go gold You f** around, I'll put this foot up in your an*l hole The Black Tech, four foot magnum, two kiligrams The sound alone - buck-buck - might k** a man From Atlantic to Pacific, barehanded with the biscuit KBG, east to west, we sick with it Big guns and big dicks, dip six in sick knicks Godbodies, bloods and crips and sh** [Gangsta Wiggles] We gon' keep it way more gangsta than y'all, that's on the set If you trippin' then I'mma holla with a Black Tech n***as hating on me, when I ain't got sh** Just a pack of of cigarettes, and a fifth, ain't that a b**h? Keep it gangsta? Ya'll don't even know what it mean Cut a n***a open, blood, it's realism when I breathe f** yo hood n***a, we get to cooking that beef Tell that n***a, Nut, you better stop looking at me, n***a [Chorus] [G Twin] On the swing tip, R&B sh**, to the flip Get your flip locked, atleast we cool whip, cause I do sh** Like talk about p**y lips all day I make your momma say, damn, damn, damn, james Sayin' that you gangsta, just to sell product Go back to the streets, stand and sell narcotics It's you n***as f**ing up the game, man And real k**as, they gonna take their name back Now who gangsta, who k**a, who die Nah, who flooded, who sh**ted, who pause Mans is man, whether they bust a four It's the who blast shirts, give out the last recall Blast and haul a**, n***as, whoop a** Frontin', like a chicken with no a** at all sh** we mash on y'all, y'all n***as don't flaunt it The Blackball is on it, and we f** up your front end