Spice 1 - Now What lyrics

(Spice 1) Yeah n***a... Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty In this muthaf**a with EA-Ski K n***a I got my muthaf**in EA-Ski K n***a Yeah... We ain't did sh** for years but here it is you punk muthaf**a You thought we wouldn't gon do it b**h Blooaw..!! (Spice 1) It's like the NFL But I don't rush the quarterback I rush the whole thang back And I pick up another sack Face-maskin muthaf**as but the mask we gon wear is black And when I touch down my team pick me up in a cadillac n***a how you love that? Where the bud at? s**ers never could hold a thug back Spittin drug raps Me and Ski we got the blood batch Now what batch (=b**h) n***as out there who doubt us they can s** dack (=dick) I bust caps, snaps n***as and head back Open the bottle of cognac, lookin for wires and phone taps Bossalini you can't see me, n***as need to go with that I get high and blow up with my mind lands And land mines right between your muthaf**in eyes In these sins of time Extra ordinary, far from your average I'm puttin extras on it, extra manage, extra savage, extra G's Get your money on M.O.B That's money over b**hes cause they breathe envy (Chorus) Now what? Some n***as say we ain't doin way too much But Spice 1 and Mr.Ski hooked the f** back up Now what? Some n***as say it's time to bring the pain So we came to put our muthaf**in dick in the game (EA-SKI) I cut loosin these f**in ho's b**hes get shooked when I hook up with my dawg It's like that n***a We're tryin to get phat and that's all I got my muthaf**in mind on it I'm bout to put my hands on it Look out for your spot when I lands on it Keepin it gangsta, 24-some all day sh** We're bringin it b**h, claimin it on this ol' Bay sh** I got my heat locked and I co*ked it I gotta keep these f**in big nuts in my pocket Look out for this muthaf**in hot Glock when I drop it Pop it, yes I will You ain't got sh** that can stop it when it's bout to k** Tryin to make my cash flow Stay out my path when I roll Tryin to ask sh** to make my man swoll Get chicked on, n***a we ain't gon f**in around, we call to ball (that's right) Out here doin this sh**, puttin it down like a waterfall Big dog tryin to catch one, get in my way catch one To the gut muthaf**a, now what muthaf**a (Chorus) Artist, producer, the n***a that'll bring the heat And make these b**hes bow Even these all-in rappers can't f** with my style I hit these n***as with that Mr.Ski sh** It seperates me from that fake gangsta sh** n***a I blast, musically, vocally I'm unfadeable ...A earthquake...? f** that, I hit n***as with tornados and brake 'em down Shake 'em down, lay 'em face down Give me mine or I'ma empty out these rounds Now what? (Spice 1) Extra clips, extra funds, extra cash, extra guns This is the new millenium, many n***as packs milli guns Trigger gots no heart, we still dump 'em in ditches And we can soew up your spot We leave your sh** up in stitches See this is the type of sh** that hater n***as dream s**ers wave their eyebrows, b**hes turn they head Lookin at us, sayin "Damn! Mr.Ski & Fetty Chico" I wonder if they goin to the studio, can we go? (Chorus) (EA-SKI) So now it's up So now it's up Now what n***a...? Tell me... Somebody better talk to me... I don't hear nuthin... Are you stuck...? You didn't think this would happen, not...? You'se a b**h made n***a Yeah, you're sittin up there pissed with your eyebrows down... Punk..!! Hahahaha... We're doin it like this everyday all day 2K Spice Weezie Mr.Skeezie C-M-Teezie I-M-Geezie I'm out this b**h