Popa Wu - Who's Got Game? lyrics

[intro: don chulo] Yo, don chulo (that n***a got a problem with the don chulo) Les ness, 2 g's (got, you heard) Flatbush, park side, 225 (what?) [don chulo] Why i feel like i been thru this before? D Have it your way, we'll skip the foreplay Down on all fours, guess who gettin f**ed today f**ed on your royalties, f**ed on your event f**ed on your deal, and this is your very last chance So now we gotta take it back to the streets By this son, you know i mean back to the heats Back to knowin this beef, knowin that nothin is sweat My click got eatin you food, leavin nothin to eat Come thru, tear it out, nothin but jeeps Leavin nuthin to retaliate, nothin to creep Game's over, it's a sweep, and i'm the mvp Snatchin awards and applauds on mtv No need to wonder why y'all envy me The don c., now y'all see who the don be [chorus: don chulo] Yo who got game n***a? yo what's my name n***a? The don chulo, ain't sh** change I continue to reign, but the b**h is the c**aine Take a blast of this and watch it num the brain Yo who got game n***a? yo what's my name n***a? The don chulo, ain't sh** change Knowledge to minister, chulo the migraine Know i return to continue my reign [don chulo] Yo, hold up, hold up, let's back this sh** up You, you and you, yo pack ya sh** up Yo i'm pushin weight while you crackin the sit ups Don't make you lean you hit up, till you spit up Quadriplegic, need help just to get up While i'm shy like the skyline with all the buildings lit up Don't be bitter, son take it like a man Take it like the cracker did to cherokee's land And when you wake up tomorrow, i'mma still be the man I'mma still be the cat, you gotta come to the grams Stay stackin my grands, in the benji Smokin large amounts of censi, boy don't tempt me To let my clear cinque siete, spit until it's empty Hold that, give it back, like it's some sh** you lent me Don't take it personal, cuz this was meant to be The best, is how they gon mention me From now until the end of the century [chorus] [don chulo] It's that head banger sh**, drug slanger sh** Years of anger sh**, now it's some danger sh** Got ya body divided, with no remainder sh** You can't change the sh** I'm movin so fast that you can't aim and sh** This is my game kid, don't you forget it If you do it, boy, will you regret it Be somebody gets deaded, yo, i guess ya can see where this headed The an*lytical, lyrical, seven, syndical, biblical, reverend Alpha, omega, beginning, the ending So what i reap, so i'm cheap, no borrowin or lending Cuz once you burn bridges, there is no mendin I'm the king of mi casa, with me you can't prosper Chulo dilomite doctor, f** with no hosta Blastin vangoda, stay away from the yada yada Keep my mind on nada but the chadda [chorus] [outro: don chulo] Yo, for real all ya playa hatin a** n***as Yo this 225, bronx style, flatbush n***a what Bk representin, les ness, my n***a self, lady raw The whole flatbush crew, bk in general the click n***a This how we put sh** down, what?